Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.
People were still cramming down the stairs, and more were squeezing past the turnstiles and down the escalators onto the platforms, but it was clear to me that this wasn't going to have a happy ending.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays except, of course, language.
All the world's a cage.
How to Raise your I.Q. by Eating Gifted Children