...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.
Secrets affect you more than youโd think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someoneโll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isnโt it the secret whoโs actually using you?
Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.
I think we think in terms of stories.
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.