Maybe money is unreal for most of us, easier to give away than things we want.

Childhood is less clear to me than to many people: when it ended I turned my face away from it for no reason that I know about, certainly without the usual reason of unhappy memories. For many years that worried me, but then I discovered that the tales of former children are seldom to be trusted. Some people supply too many past victories or pleasures with which to comfort themselves, and other people cling to pains, real and imagined, to excuse what they have become.

You can always spot clothes made in a good place.

There are people who eat the earth and eat all the people on it like in the Bible with the locusts. And other people who stand around and watch them eat.

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.

Fashions in sin change.

The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.