If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
Evil is whatever distracts.
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
Now I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you any more.
I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.