My childhood was appalling.

Obscurity can be a fire of ambition in those who have stalwart souls

It is not always wise to appear singular.

The American insanity for Loving Everybody is ruining my good temper and delivering my stomach to enormous bouts with acidity.

I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. For this is still the time God chooses.

Don't let the past steal your present. This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone.

I gratefully look forward to oblivion, but I must be sure of it