It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

At times like this, adults need a drink

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.

Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.

Most young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.