To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
There were millions of ways that the world could kill me.
People fail forward to success.
Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.
I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me.