I've got to relearn what I was supposed to have learned.

I am inclined to think that eating is a private thing and should be done alone, like other bodily functions.

Truth has beauty, power and necessity.

As the blackness of the night recedes so does the nadir of yesterday. The child I am forgets so quickly.

I am my own Universe, I my own Professor.

I see the mind of the 5-year-old as a volcano with two vents: destructiveness and creativeness.