But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.

Please come back soon. The window is always open.

There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

Fight with realistic hope, not to destroy all the world's wrong, but to renew its good.

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.