A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.
Most things disappoint till you look deeper.
A man kept his character even when he was insane.
He was like a child with haemophilia: every contact drew blood.
It's a pity people pick and choose what they learn from the Bible.
Who knows whether there may not be a moment in childhood when the world changes forever, like making a face when the clock strikes?