Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

“We were kept busy learn­ing. We had a mil­lion facts to re­mem­ber.”

“Where I'm is one of those stair climbing machines the agent has installed. You …”

“And maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

“It's one thing for my parents to behave all secular humanist and gamble with th…”