but you could also look at it the other way. Like you’re saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

Too many locks, not enough keys.

"What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

nothing is guaranteed.... So don't be afraid. Be alive.