An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies: it reveals the writer totally.
A cat only has itself.
Small things start us in new ways of thinking
His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.
As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.
The melancholy thing about the world is that it is full of stupid people; and the world is run for the benefit of the stupid and common.