I couldn’t live with myself if I thought nothing could get better.

I felt as if I had no control over what I said, as if loathsome, ugly words were waiting inside me like snakes and toads looking for a chance to sneak out before I could stop them.

Even our recreation was scheduled. There was no time to look for birds or wander into the nearby woods. We were put into teams and sent into violent pursuit of a helpless ball.

You're making yourself too important. Guilt comes from feeling we're at the center of the universe. We're not.

I couldn’t live with myself if I thought nothing could get better.

They were all brilliant. They wrote books and painted pictures, and if they ever stopped talking, which I was sure they would never do, they planned to change the world.

It is hard to give up what you know for what you don’t know.