We would not be ashamed of doing some of the things we do in private, if the number of sane human beings who do them in public were large enough.
Every single person is a fool, insane, a failure, or a bad person to at least ten people.
To evade insanity and depression, we unconsciously limit the number of people toward whom we are sincerely sympathetic.
You should find something better to do with your time,” Mandy told him. “I spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up.”“…Come again?” Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. “I take photographs and develop them myself, I’ve got my own darkroom… it was a joke,” Mandy laughed. “I love photography and I’m gonna be a photojournalist someday.”“Really?” Alecto asked. For the first time since she’d met him, he sounded slightly enthusiastic. “…I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well… but I can’t be a photojournalist like you… I can’t be anything… still, at least I can take photographs, it’s fun.