The greatest illiterate is the inability to learn the great things of life from small things around.
In the absence of certainty, instinct is all you can follow.
Why do we love the idea that people might be secretly working together to control and organise the world? Because we don't like to face the fact that our world runs on a combination of chaos, incompetence and confusion.
It's easy to feel happy when things are going your way. The trick is to remain inspired in difficult situations. That's where life stops being a game of chance and becomes one of skill. That's when, if you can stay serene in the face of adversity, you get back on track in half the time it might otherwise take.
Our brains are not capable of comprehending the infinite so, instead, we ignore it and eat cheese on toast.
They say you should know your limits and work within them. But how can you really know your limits unless you try to expand them?
Nothing in this world is more powerful, or more dangerous, than the truth. That's why some people go to such lengths to avoid hearing it. It may also be why others strive so hard to keep their conversations empty. They wouldn't want to find themselves accidentally saying something meaningful that might bring about a change.
I can't walk five steps without someone on a walkie talkie going, 'She's wandering over there. ' I'm pretty stuck, but hey, it's been great.
And it's kind of my own fault too, in the sense that I've used my own life as a literary device so much. I think people feel very comfortable reviewing the idea of me, as opposed to what I've actually written. I find that most of the time, when people write about one of my books, they're really just writing about what they think I may or may not represent, as sort of this abstract entity. Is that unfair? Not really. If I put myself in this position where I'm going to kind of weave elements of memoir into almost everything, well, I suppose that's going to happen.
Don't go where the puck's been; go where it's gonna be
I don't want water!" Sarah cries, her face buried against my chest. I can't see what's going on in the rest of the lobby beacuse Sarah's hair is flying up in my face, blocking my view. I want justice!" she wails. Well, we'll get you some of that too. " Magda has appeared from out of nowhere. "Maybe there's some in the freezer.