Adolescence is a plague on the senses.

There is not a time that you walk through the street, when if you employed your senses, you would not learn something worthwhile.

After all, there was something rather pleasant in knowing that you were misunderstood. It made you feel different from everyone else.

Unity is vision; it must have been part of the process of learning to see.

Laura began to model herself more and more on those around her; to grasp that the unpardonable sin is to vary from the common mould.

One of the odd enjoyments in life is to be alone in a room full of people. To have them there as unknowing human filler in your wide shot.