With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.
Love can never explain the loved one, my dear. It is the essence of wild unreason.
Persecution matures young rebels.
A family is a burial mound of its own doings and sayings.
The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.
Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.