Reading & Writing

Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea? Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me. Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep? Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.

A pretty sight, a lady with a book.

The weak fear happiness itself. They can harm themselves on cotton wool. Sometimes they are wounded even by happiness

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

Never underestimate human stupidity.

We didn’t have to be defined by the things we did or didn’t do in the past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret. Maybe it’s regret, maybe it’s not. It’s merely something that happened. Get over it.

No. Don’t give up hope just yet. It’s the last thing to go. When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

I imagine the future and I smile grimly. There’s only one way to make that happen. It’s time to fight.

Overconfidence gets you dead.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.