“Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often.”

Source: Second Glance

Source: The Way of Kings

Life Without Principle (1863)
Context: Politics is, as it were, the gizzard of society, full of grit and gravel, and the two political parties are its two opposite halves, — sometimes split into quarters, it may be, which grind on each other. Not only individuals, but States, have thus a confirmed dyspepsia, which expresses itself, you can imagine by what sort of eloquence. Thus our life is not altogether a forgetting, but also, alas! to a great extent, a remembering of that which we should never have been conscious of, certainly not in our waking hours. Why should we not meet, not always as dyspeptics, to tell our bad dreams, but sometimes as eupeptics, to congratulate each other on the ever glorious morning? I do not make an exorbitant demand, surely.

Source: See A Grown Man Cry/Now Watch Him Die

Source: On the Road: The Original Scroll

Source: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Source: Shelter Mountain

Source: We'll Always Have Summer