Writing gives you the illusion of control, and then you realize it's just an illusion, that people are going to bring their own stuff into it.
What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
The engine died and then the doors swung open.
No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.
Anger at lies lasts forever. Anger at truth can't last.
Make hunger thy sauce, as a medicine for health.
Do not believe that he who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life has much difficulty... Were it otherwise he would never have been able to find those words.