We learn from tragedy. Slowly.

Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

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

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

hen we mourn those who die young — those who have been robbed of time — we weep for lost joys. We weep for opportunities and pleasures we ourselves have never known. We feel sure that somehow that young body would have known the yearning delight for which we searched in vain all our lives.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Television ... the new gladiatorial arena.