Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortés'll lay Tenochtitlán to waste again, and later, Ewing will sail again, Adrian'll be blown to pieces again, you and I'll sleep under the Corsican stars again, I'll come to Bruges again, fall in and out of love with Eva again, you'll read this letter again, the sun'll grow cold again. Nietzsche's gramophone record. When it ends, the Old One plays it again, for an eternity of eternities.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.

Autumn is leaving its mellowness behind for its spiky, rotted stage. Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

over 85% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.