Let the jerks of the world serve as the perfect example of what you don't want to be. You'll be a heck of a lot happier$$$ and in the long run$$$ there's a chance that other person at work will end up asking what your secret is. Why are you the happy one? In other words$$$ don't let your thoughts think you. Besides$$$ if you're really gonna get pissed$$$ don't waste it on your family$$$ friends$$$ or coworkers$$$ save it for something that really matters.
Truth does not become more true by virtue of the fact that the entire world agrees with it$$$ nor less so even if the whole world disagrees with it.
I loved you. I was a pentapod monster$$$ but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal$$$ and turpid$$$ and everything$$$ mais je t'aimais$$$ je t'aimais!
The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading.
How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it)$$$ how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness$$$ to a single individual recollection$$$ and its expression in words!
Readers are not sheep$$$ and not every pen tempts them.
My loathings are simple. stupidity$$$ oppression$$$ crime$$$ cruelty$$$ soft music. My pleasures are the most intense known to man: writing and butterfly hunting.
A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart$$$ not so much with his brain$$$ but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle...
It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.
So what's wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?