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Let a man play chess, and tell him that every pawn is his friend. Let him think both bishops holy. Let him remember happy days in the shadows of his castles. Let him love his queen. Watch him lose them all.

they say that hell is crowded yet when you’re in hell you always seem to be alone. and you can’t tell anyone when you are in hell or they’ll think you’re crazy. and being in hell is crazy and being sane is hellish too. those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that. I mean things like missing a meal, going to jail, wrecking your car or even the idea of death itself. when you ask them “how are things?” they’ll always answer, “fine, just fine…” once you’ve been to hell and back, that’s enough, it’s the greatest satisfaction known to man. once you’ve been to hell, you don’t look behind you when the floor creaks and the sun is always up at midnight and things like the eyes of mice or an abandoned lot can make you smile. once you’ve been to hell and back.

Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib’s, not ever, it’s he who emerges from her womb.

I knew it wasn’t too important, but it made me sad anyway.

People think of education as something they can finish.

Make a habit of two things: to help; or at least to do no harm.