People see what they want to see when they need to.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Scoring well on tests is the sort of happy thing that gets the school district the greenbacks they crave. Understanding and appreciating the material are secondary.

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.

Truth casts a spell of its own.