Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.

Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

I guess that's the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it's a good trade-off. But I'm not sure.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.