I have read somewhere that we often spend a lifetime searching for what we already have.

I can be hurt, she said, only by people I respect.

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

He wished someone in the course of history had thought of striking that word and all its derivatives from the English Language - happy, happier, happiest, happiness. What the devil did the words really mean anyway? Why not just the word pleasure, which was far more... well, pleasant.

But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.

Stop being so fruitlessly busy and dream. Use your imagination. Reach out into the unknown and dream of how you can enlarge your experience and improve your mind and your soul and your world.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.