Small children are great accepters. They don’t understand shame, or the need to hide things.
On the subject of love at first sight, I’m with the Beatles: I believe that it happens all the time.
It’s easy – too easy – to either disbelieve or disregard someone you dislike.
It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
I think that we’re all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and maybe not all that much better after all.
I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why does it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.
Hearts don’t really break. If only they could.
Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.
Get busy living or get busy dying.
For readers, one of life’s most electrifying discoveries is that they are readers – not just capable of doing it, but in love with it. Hopelessly. Head over heels.
Flattery is the stuff that greases the wheels of the world.
