The universe is large, he thought. It contains multitudes. It also contains me, and in this moment I am wonderful. I have a right to be wonderful.
The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.
The surgery was a success, but the patient died.
The sleep of reason breeds monsters.[Goya]
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren’t choices at all.
Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.
Sometimes being a b**ch is all a woman has to hold onto.
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 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?
