My mind is the only sanctuary that has not been stolen from me.

Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.

He who stands like a pilar dies in battle. He who bends like a reed is triumphant!

For her, choices were simple; either there was an action she could take to improve the situation, in which case she took it, or there was not, and everything else said on the subject was so much meaningless noise.

A man rarely knows the day and hour when he will die. I could be killed any moment and there's not a blasted thing I can do about it.

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

Let's drop rocks on them!