People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.

From the window, I watch the city and the freeway. In the distance, the sky-rises look like mystic spires, unbearably close and far. I want to pick them up and eat them. I want to scream out loud sometimes, but I never do.

The world is full of unused corners.

The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.

I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight than decorum. It took so little to prove that human life and property are devastatingly temporary. All she had to do was lie down for a prince. They burned the city to the ground.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.