Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

How deeply bound by cords of family anger we all are[...]None of us breaks free.

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.