Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things.

It is a luxury to do something that serves no practical purpose: the luxury of civilization.

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.

When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.

Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.

Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.

Every end is the beginning of something else.