What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

Winter is the season of alcoholism and despair.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

It was possible to feel superior to other people and feel like a misfit at the same time.