History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.
If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.