We construct a narrative for ourselves$$$ and that's the thread that we follow from one day to the next. People who disintegrate as personalities are the ones who lose that thread.

The past is for the present$$$ the present for the future.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

Spoons are excellent. Sort of like forks$$$ only not as stabby.

Libraries are our friends.

Custom is the Guide of the Ignorant.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Nothing can be loved too much$$$but all things can be loved in the wrong way.

When words lose their meaning$$$ physical force takes over.

Words have no word for words that are not true.