Touch gives the world an emotional context. The touch of others makes us who we are. It builds trust.
Therapy is an acquired taste which I have yet to acquire.
The tragedy is not to die, Abel, but to be wasted.
The optimist believes we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true.
The first step in the development of taste is to be willing to credit your own opinion.
The feast is life. You put the life in your belly and you live.
The divine punishment of a sinner mirrors the sin being punished.
The dead at least have the luxury of being done with what they lost.
Some things are best saved for last.
Some beasts shouldn’t be caged.
Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
It’s the inevitability of there being a man so bad that killing him felt good.
