But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.
A life spent shaping a world I want Jackson to inherit, not one I fear Jackson shall inherit, this strikes me as a life worth the living.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
People b'lief the world is built so an tellin em it ain't so caves the roofs on their heads'n'maybe yours.