What looks like enjoyment is the sneer of contempt. That's not a smile.
Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldn't there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow hard bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives.
Sadness is also a kind of defence.
If people would know how little brain is ruling the world they would die of...
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.
If you have everything under control, you're not moving fast enough
Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of...
