I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. Diagonal People.
Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.
Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
The human world is made of stories, not people.
Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present.