let the wind change direction a little bit, and their cries turned to whispers.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.