Once any tyranny becomes accepted as ordinary, its victory is assured.
Lunatics are writers whose works write them.
If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.
Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.
Do ants get headaches?
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.