We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls.

Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.

I learned failure early and mastered it.

The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.

When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it slips by, there isn’t any reclaiming it or revising it.

Have you ever noticed when you look in a mirror, unless youre really depressed or something, the person in the mirror generally looks a little more competent, a little more curious, a little more intelligent than you actually feel yourself to be? They often look more interesting and more soulful.

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