It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

pulled into my convenient neighborhood fast food restaurant. I ordered shrimp salad, onion rings, and a beer. The shrimp were straight out of the freezer, the onion rings soggy. Looking around the place, though, I failed to spot a single customer banging on a tray or complaining to a waitress. So I shut up and finished my food. Expect nothing, get nothing.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.