My lungs taste the air of Time,Blown past falling sands.
If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.
Can you collect chaos? Not collecting, that is the ultimate gathering. What can you gather without gathering yourself.
The past is no farther away than your pillow.
A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.
There is probably no more terrible instant of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man - with human flesh.