often when I thought I joked, I told the truth, afraid to speak it except in jest.
Reason finds it difficult to take root in the arid soil of wrath.
Flippancy may be a lance tilted in the face of fear.
The outer prisons are made by the community to contain those who have dared break its laws. The inner prisons each man makes for himself because of what he feels are his transgressions.
When one must sit with the snobs, one belongs with the frightened.
Suicide is part murder, revenge on those who hurt you, just as murder is part suicide, for a murderer knows he risks losing his life.