Ramble On

“And with love one can live even without happiness. Life is good even in sorrow, it’s good to live in the world, no matter how.”

'Do you take pride in your hurt?' Samuel asked. 'Does it make you seem large and tragic?' 'I don't know.' 'Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.'

Some people think it's an insult to the glory of their sickness to get well. But the time poultice is no respecter of glories. Everyone gets well if he waits around.

When a child first catches adults out—when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just—his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine. And the child's world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.