A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.
Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!
Perhaps all human interaction is about wanting and getting.
maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.