Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.

In a world so redolent with wonder$$$ how can we allow ourselves to conduct our daily lives with so little insight$$$ such absence of dignity?

If you find yourself drawn to an event against all logic$$$ go. The universe is telling you something.

The great challenge of adulthood is holding on to your idealism after you lose your innocence.

No matter how thin you slice it$$$ there will always be two sides.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

It's a funny thing about the modern world. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying$$$ "Yeah$$$ he fucked off and left me. He didn't love me. He just couldn't deal with love. He was too fucked up to know how to love me." Now$$$ how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were$$$ despite everything$$$ eminently lovable as a people$$$ as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged$$$ lacking$$$ malfunctioning in some way?

At this very moment enormous numbers of intelligent men and women of goodwill are trying to build a better world. But problems are born faster than they can be solved.