My heart belongs to you,' He promised. 'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?' 'I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.

Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.

My heart belongs to you,' He promised. 'Would you have loved me when I was a girl?' 'I have always loved you. Even before I met you I loved the idea of you.

Only humans think death is evil. But it is nature. Evil exist's only in life. There is much good and evil alloted to each life.

The short story form allows evocation, suggestion, implication. Its potency often lies in what it does not say.

The worst predijudice is unknowing. We think we treat others as equals, but, in our deepest heart, we regard ourselves as superior. In part, this is because we are, in ways, powerful. But that does not make the race of humans (funanga) better than that of the dog or equine.

‎It is better to pursue a hopeless hope than to give in to black despair.