I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.
clocks in disagreement are worse than no clock at all.
Trees're always a relief, after people.
Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.
How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?
- 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.