Optimism Is The First Cousin Of Love,

Fanatics Have The Look Of People Who Do Not Masturbate But Who Think About It Almost All Time.

While I Was Chained To A Wall And Being Tortured, I Realized, Through The Screaming Of My Mind, That Even In That Shackled, Bloody Helplessness, I Was Still Free: Free To Hate The Men Who Were Torturing Me, Or To Forgive Them. It Doesn't Sound Like Much, I Know. But In The Flinch And Bite Of The Chain, When It's All You've Got, That Freedom Is A Universe Of Possibility. And The Choice You Make Between Hating And Forgiving, Can Become The Story Of Your Life.

I Sometimes Think That The Size Of Our Happiness Is Inversely Proportional To The Size Of Our House.

The Contrast Between The Familiar And The Exceptional Was Everywhere Around Me. A Bullock Cart Was Drawn Up Beside A Modern Sports Car At A Traffic Signal. A Man Squatted To Relieve Himself Behind The Discreet Shelter Of A Satellite Dish. An Electric Forklift Truck Was Being Used To Unload Goods From An Ancient Wooden Cart With Wooden Wheels. The Impression Was Of A Plodding Indefatigable And Distant Past That Had Crashed Intact Through Barriers Of Time Into Its Own Future. I Liked It.

Some Feelings Sink So Deep Into The Heart That Only Loneliness Can Help You Find Them Again.