I wasn't particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don't have to die the next.

That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind is deeper, stronger, and, I believe, it is far more inconstant.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground