Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

Those who do not have imaginary conversations do not love.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

Lucky people should hide. Pray the days of wrath do not visit their home.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy.

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.