I think one of the coolest things you can do is disappear for a while, because it gives you the chance to re-emerge. To sort of pounce out of the jungle.

I wanted to learn. I wanted to do well. I wanted to go to college. I didn't know where my end lay ? or when my end lay. I just knew it lay somewhere lurking to pounce upon me. Maybe it could be as early as sundown, maybe during the exams or maybe in my first year at college. No one knew ? no one knew when it lay. I just kept my faith in God high, to someday live my dreams ? to someday become an architect and design customary temples, to someday become an architect and do something remarkable. Those were my dreams.

There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shared neither with her children nor with her husband. A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her; and sometimes they parleyed (when she sat alone); there were, she remembered, great reconciliation scenes; but for the most part, oddly enough, she must admit that she felt this thing that she called life terrible, hostile, and quick to pounce on you if you gave it a chance.

What does it matter how one comes by the truth so long as one pounces upon it and lives by it?