Reading is one of the most individual things that happens. So every reader is going to read a piece in a slightly different way, sometimes a radically different way.

Canada was built on dead beavers.

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

War is what happens when language fails.

Whatever the scientists may come up with, writers and artists will continue to portray altered mental states, simply because few aspects of our nature fascinate people so much. The so-called mad person will always represent a possible future for every member of the audience - who knows when such a malady may strike?

Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results.