Adults weren’t supposed to understand their children and you were doing something wrong if they did.

I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .

Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.

The girl in the mirror caught my eye briefly...It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.

The happiest folk are those that are busy, for their minds are starved of time to seek out woe.

Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.