We fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living.

A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

Love is what moves the world, I've always thought...it is the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down...bring them low...and make them crawl.

Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.

I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.

The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of.