If enough of us believe, a new thing can be made to exist. Belief structure creates a filter through which chaos is sifted into order.

Power attracts the corruptible. Suspect any who seek it.

She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.

Men always fear things which move by themselves.

Demagogues are so easy to identify. They gesture a lot and speak with pulpit rhythms, using words that ring of religious fervour and god-fearing sincerity. Sincerity with nothing behind it takes so much practice. The practice can always be detected. Repetition. Great attempts to keep your attention on words.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

Kindness is the beginning of cruelty.