Have read little and understood less.
Let us leave theories there and return to here’s hear.
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!
The end he had been born to serve yet did not see had led him to escape by an unseen path and now it beckoned to him once more and a new adventure was about to be opened to him.
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
No one would think he’d make such a beautiful corpse.
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
As you are now so once were we.
In woman’s womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.
Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.
The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action.
Love me. Love my umbrella.
His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.
He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place.
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
Every bond is a bond to sorrow.
Too excited to be genuinely happy.
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.