That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.
The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective.
Every day is conquerable by its hours, and every hour by its minutes.
Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.
If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I consider it the lesser chaos.
Stubbornly persist, and you will find that the limits of your stubbornness go well beyond the stubbornness of your limits