People can cry much easier than they can change.

Beneath these faces, these clothes, accents, rudeness, was power and sorrow, both unadmitted, unrealized, the power of inventors, the sorrow of the disconnected.

I know that people can be better than they are. We are capable of bearing a great burden, once we discover that the burden is reality and arrive where reality is.

Perhaps he is a fool or a coward but almost everybody is one or the other and most people are both.

It’s not really a mystery except it’s always a mystery about people.

People love different people in different ways.

It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connect me with all the people that were alive, or who had ever been alive.