They haven't left us much to believe, have they? — even disbelief. I can't believe in anything bigger than a home, or anything vaguer than a human being.
The world doesn't make any heroes anymore.
In human relationships, kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.
Pity is cruel. Pity destroys.
I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.
Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?