Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.

Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

Always the bridesmaid , never the bride." Always the godfather, never the god".

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.