Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

Maybe the definition of home is the place where you are never forgiven. So you may always belong there, bound by guilt. And maybe the cost of belonging is worth it.

That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.

The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.

A capacity for inferiority in the growing adult is threatened by the temptation by squander that capacity ruthlessly, to revel in hallowness. The syndrom especially plaques anyone who lives behind a mask. An elephant in her disquise as a human princess, a scarecrow with painted features, a glittering tiara under which to glow and glide in anonymous glamour. A witch's hat, a wizards stole, a scholars gown, a soldiers dress sartorials. A hundred ways to duck the question: how will I live with myself now that I nkow what I know.

There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.