The four sayings that lead to wisdom: I was wrong I'm sorry I don't know I need help

A good novel is a good novel, pointe finale. And I think what I'm writing is exactly that.

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

The question that haunted every investigation was 'why'.

But there was no hiding from Conscience. Not in new homes and new cars. In travel. In meditation or frantic activity. In children, in good works. On tiptoes or bended knee. In a big career. Or a small cabin. It would find you. The past always did. Which was why... it was vital to be aware of actions in the present. Because the present became the past, and the past grew. And got up, and followed you. And found you... Who wouldn't be afraid of this?

Foolish people are never harmless. Stupidity accounts for as many crimes as anger and greed.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.