There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.
Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed from us because it is too bad to be told.
Writers do not find subjects; subjects find them.
We have really no absent friends.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.
Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.