I suppose I was lucky enough to be educated at a time when teachers still thought children could handle knowledge. They trusted us. Then there came a time when they decided that because not every kid in the class could understand or remember those things they wouldn't teach them anymore because it wasn't fair on the less good ones. So they withheld knowledge. Then I suppose the next lot of teachers didn't have the knowledge to withhold.

My direction? Anywhere. Because one is always nearer by not keeping still.

Our own choices might not be as good as those that are made for us.

If you have only one life, you cant altogether ignore the question: are you enjoying it?

. . . she read with undifferentiated glee . . .

Why take drugs specifically designed to send you insane?

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.