Most adults assume that the feelings of adolescence don't count, somehow, and that those searing passions of rage and hate and embarrassment and horror and hopeless, abject love are something your grow out of, something hormonal, a practice run for the Real Thing. It wasn't. At 13 *everything* counts; there are sharp edges on everything, and all of them cut.

Il mondo è stato fatto dai pazzi perché i saggi vi possano vivere.

Persistence is to the character of man as carbon is to steel.

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