Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn't just naive it's a vanity.

For that matter, thinking of one's self as exceptional is probably more the rule than not.

In the particular dwells the tawdry. In the conceptual dwells the grand, the transcendent, the everlasting. Earthly countries and single malignant boys can go to hell; the idea of countries and the idea of sons triumph for eternity.

Funny how you dig yourself into a hole by the teaspoon.

I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

The fact that my clothing has been visually available to other people I do not find upsetting. The body is another matter. It is mine; I have found it useful; but it is an avatar.