Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!
Trees’re always a relief, after people.
False modesty can be worse than arrogance.
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I’ve stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
People are obscenities. Would rather be music than be a mass of tubes squeezing semisolids around itself for a few decades before becoming so dribblesome it’ll no longer function.
All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.
Little girls are like old cats. If they don’t like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.
What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Time is what stops history happening at once; time is the speed at which the past disappears.
True knowledge without xperience is food without sustenance.
Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don’t remember summer even saying goodbye.
Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.
The uncreated and the dead exist solely in our actual and virtual pasts.
If swans weren’t real, myths’d make them up.
I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.
The song instantly insisted it’d never existed.
The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind’s mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.
War’s an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins.
Always, it is the poor people who pay. And always, it is the poor people’s women who pay the most.