Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

It’s all fine to say, “Time will heal everything, this too shall pass away. People will forget”—and things like that when you are not involved, but when you are there is no passage of time, people do not forget and you are in the middle of something that does not change.

It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better.

It's a hard thing to leave any deeply routined life, even if you hate it.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.