...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?
Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present.
All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.
Men invented money Women invented mutual aid
If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.