We’ve all done things we’re ashamed of, but that does not signify that we have to continue doing them.
We all wear masks, Angeli. From the time we’re past in fancy, we’re taught to conceal our real feelings, to cover up our hatreds and fears.
There’s no such thing as normal. Each person carries his own normality within him, and no two people are alike.
Sanity is simply the ability of the mind to adjust to reality. If we can’t adjust, we either hide from reality, or we put our selves above life, where we’re super-beings who don’t have to follow the rules.
Right and wrong are the rules we make up ourselves so that we can play in the game with other people. Without rules, there can’t be a game. But never forget—the rules are artificial.
Modus operandi. People fall into habit patterns. If they do something one way the first time, chances are they’ll keep doing it the same.
Life is a very thin thread and it only takes a second to snap it.[repeated often in the rest of the book]