Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.

- This isn't an interrogation or a trail. Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. -Truth is singular. It's 'versions' are mistruths.

Little girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.

... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.

I can't bear living in this huge beautiful world and not try to imitate it as best I can.

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.