Riveted

When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin.

I've never understood it. That is always the first thing someone asks: Where are you from. Not 'What do you like?' or 'What do you believe?' or even 'What is your mother like?' which all have more bearing on the person I am. And if I don't tell them where I'm from, they try to guess.... It drives them mad, as if to know me they need to know where I am from.

People never believed of others what they couldn't imagine of themselves.

every man had a choice: feed that which makes you happy, or feed that which makes you rage.

He wanted her for the rest of his life. And on his dying breath, he would still want another second with her, another hour, another lifetime.

Yes. My mother, for one. As a child I loved her, despite knowing so little about her. But now, knowing everything she has done, how stubborn she can be, how blind, how strong, how clever…knowing her as a woman, I love her so much more.