You think that just because it's already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored taffeta and every time we look at it we see a different hue.

The combination of a frivolous form and a serious subject immediately unmasks the truth about our dramas.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary.

A man is responsible for his ignorance.

We are born one time only, we can never start a new life equipped with the experience we've gained from the previous one. We leave childhood without knowing what youth is, we marry without knowing what it is to be married, and even when we enter old age, we don't know what it is we're heading for: the old are innocent children innocent of thier old age. In that sense, man's world is the planet of inexperience.

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

But which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)