If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

I really wish they hadn't made the set out of asbestos.

Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!

The healthy can't understand the emptied, the broken.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.

So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?