There's always something new by looking at the same thing over and over.
By the time a partnership dissolves, it has dissolved.
Why does life feel, to us as we experience it, so desperately urgent and so utterly pointless at the same time?
In a country this large and a language even larger ... there ought to be a living for somebody who cares and wants to entertain and instruct a reader.
If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.
How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?