The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.

Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.

People b'lief the world is built so an tellin em it ain't so caves the roofs on their heads'n'maybe yours.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

As many truths as men. Occasionally, I glimpse a truer Truth, hiding in imperfect simulacrums of itself, but as I approach, it bestirs itself & moves deeper into the thorny swamp of dissent.

As for reading, I wish I had a magic door to a library where I could go in, read for days and days, and come back in the same minute I left. I'm still looking for the door.

Time is the speed at which the past decays.