If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.
Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.
Anywhere you go liking everyone, everyone will be likeable.
A new wound makes all the old ones ache again.
Character is what emerges from all the little things you were too busy to do yesterday, but did anyway.
It's easy enough to get along with a loved and loving child - at least till you try to get him to do something.