Dive deep into the ocean, Sita, and you will find that the greatest treasures you find are the illusions you leave behind.

The seconds tick. They always do. The power of an entire sun cannot stop them even for a moment, and so death comes between the moments, like a thief of light in the dark.

The hourglass runs low.

Yet, ironically, it is her very wretchedness that makes me pity her so. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't know what to do!

How much modern civilization has lost, I think, when they lost the awareness of the billions of stars overhead.

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.