I knew that part of friendship consisted in accepting a friend’s shortcomings, which sometimes included his parents.

It was demeaning to scrape affection from virtually everyone you encountered. That was immature.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

You have to do what you think is the right thing, but just make sure it’s the right thing in the long run, and not just for the moment.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.