Character is fate.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been "analyzed." Instead, all I could see were question marks.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

I want to force myself again and again to leave the warmth and security of static situations and move into the world of growth and suffering where the real books are people's minds and souls.

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.