I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.

Nothing was easy, and sometimes she failed, and sometimes she thought that the fairy stories were right, that there must indeed be easier ways of living happily ever after; but defeat is a poor ending to any tale, so she kept trying.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.