Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

I think we think in terms of stories.

If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.

I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

I still haven't quite got used to eating live fish.

Italians give their city sexes, and they all agree that the sex for a particular city is quite correct, but none of them can explain why. I love that. London's middle-aged and male, respectably married but secretly gay.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.