It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.

No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too big if it's cherished.

People never remeber happiness with the care that they lavish on preserving every detail of their suffering.

You can only give things up once they start to let you down.

Looking after children can be a subtle way of giving up... They become the whole ones, the well ones, the postponement of happiness, the ones who won't drink too much, give up, get divorced, become mentally ill. The part of oneself that's fighting against decay and depression is transferred to guarding them from decay and depression. In the meantime one decays and gets depressed.

I think that some laughter comes from escaped horror, doesn't it?

It seems people spend the majority of their lives believing they're dying, with the only consolation being that at one point they get to be right.