Just because you can’t express your feelings it doesn’t mean they’re not deep. - John Fowles

Death starves us of life. So we learn to fabricate our own immortalities.

The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.

(The staff common room) was real boredom, not just modish ennui. Boredom, the numbing annual predictability of life, hung over the staff like a cloud. From it flowed cant, hypocrisy, and the impotent rage of the old who know they have failed and the young who suspect they will fail. The senior masters stood like Gallows sermons; with some of them one had a sort of vertigo, a glimpse of the bottomless pit of human futility...a sere notifier of what is.