The soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite. - Stefan Zweig

Hairdressers are professional gossips; when only the hands are busy, the tongue is seldom still.

Confidences are always risky: a secret entrusted to a stranger make him less of one. You've given away something of yourself, given him the advantage.

There's an inherent limit to the stress that any material can bear. Water has its boiling point, metals their melting points. The elements of the spirit behave the same way. Happiness can reach a pitch so great that any further happiness can't be felt. Pain, despair, humiliation, disgust, and fear are no different. Once the vessel is full, the world can't add to it.