It’s too late for despair, but just in time to believe.
What is the legal profession in a state that makes a mockery of the law and does it believe in justice?
Said that it’s time for her to go because she felt that she was starting to take the stress from work out on people. She said it was time to go because she was beginning to lose her sense of self. I hope I remember this when I begin to lose my sense of self.
Certain types of loneliness require short stories.
Sobriety makes me love people in the abstract. Alcohol makes me love people in the concrete.
People make mistakes. Sometimes justice is in forgiveness.
Maybe the power to transform the world into symbols and words is the same force that keeps us from realizing that words can directly represent something in the world. When we say life, love, death, do we still know what it represents in the world? And if we do, is the value of life, love, and death so little now?