I Shot You, All Right," He Said,

In The Beginning Of Life, When We Are Infants, We Need Others To Survive, Right? And At The End Of Life, When You Get Like Me, You Need Others To Survive, Right?’ His Voice Dropped To A Whisper. ‘but Here’s The Secret: In Between, We Need Others As Well.

A Child Embarrassed By His Mother,” She Said, “is Just A Child Who Hasn’t Lived Long Enough.

Happiness In A Tablet. This Is Our World. Prozac. Daxil. Xanax. Billions Are Spent To Advertise Such Drugs. And Billions Are Spent Purchasing Them. You Don't Even Need A Specific Trauma, Just 'general Depression' Is Enough, Or Anxiety, As If Sadness Is As Treatable As The Common Cold.

You Have To Work At Creating Your Own Culture.

She Was Like A Wound Beneath An Old Bandage, And He Had Grown More Used To The Bandage.