Beauty, as defined by society at large, seemed to be only about who was best at looking like everyone else.

Anxiety and anticipation, I was to learn, are the essential ingredients in suffering from pain, as opposed to feeling pain pure and simple.

Beauty, as defined by society at large, seemed to be only about who was best at looking like everyone else.

Does something which exists on the edge have no true relevance to the stable center, or does it, by being on the edge, become a part of the edge and thus a part of the boundary, the definition which gives the whole its shape?

I spent five years of my life being treated for cancer, but since then I've spent fifteen years being treated for nothing other than looking different from everyone else. It was the pain from that, from feeling ugly, that I always viewed as the great tragedy of my life. The fact that I had cancer seemed minor in comparison.

The general plot of life is sometimes shaped by the different ways genuine intelligence combines with equally genuine ignorance.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.