Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousand of miles and all the years you have lived.
The problem is never how to get new, innovative thoughts into your mind, but how to get old ones out. Every mind is a building filled with archaic furniture. Clean out a corner of your mind and creativity will instantly fill it.
The more freedom we enjoy, the greater the responsibility we bear, toward others as well as ourselves.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.
I think it is good that books still exist, but they do make me sleepy.