Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.
The human world is made of stories, not people.
History admits no rules; only outcomes.
Love's pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices.
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
Dead things show you what you’ll be too one day.