why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most

One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

Lunatics are writers whose works write them.

Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.

Any adaptation is a translation, and there is such a thing as an unreadably faithful translation; and I believe a degree of reinterpretatio n for the new language may be not only inevitable but desirable.

Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.