FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, "look at me move.

To narrate is to create, for living is just being lived.

I believe that saying a thing is to keep its virtues and take away its terror.

Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!

We worship perfection because we can't have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.