Even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering.

There is no greater monster than reason.

A dream inside a dream might not be a dream.

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 separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a certain size and color. A certain weight. When their meaning has become lost to us they no longer have even a name. The story on the other hand can never be lost from its place in the world for it is that place.

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.

If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?