History admits no rules; only outcomes.

It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.

But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.

Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.

Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.

Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?

Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime