Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.

Happiness is seasonal, like anything else

Pretending to be 'normal' is a lot harder than you think.

If you're unhappy, change something.

Sometimes being fooled by love is worth the price. At least you know you're alive and capable of feeling, even if all you end up with is chest pain.

If I'd been listening closely, I'd have caught the sound of the gods having a great big old tee-hee at my expense.

People who've had happy childhoods are wonderful, but they're bland... An unhappy childhood compels you to use your imagination to create a world in which you can be happy. Use your old grief. That's the gift you're given.