My bad luck got tangled up with my bad decisions, and I'm paying for it.

Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind's way of protecting itself from pain.

Practice makes the master.

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.

We are more than the parts that form us.

There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way