Scared money can’t win and a worried man can’t love.

We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.

I ain't got an original thought in my head. If it ain't got the scent of divinity to it, I ain't interested in it

Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your permission.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn't mean anything. You've become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.