It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception.
The world changes according to the way people see it, and if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way a person looks at reality, then you can change it.
I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.
People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them, poisoned.
