I nodded. A man's world. But what did it mean? That men whistled and stared and yelled things at you, and you had to take it, or you get raped or beat up? A man's world meant places men could go but not women. It meant they had more money,and didn't have kids, not the way women did, to look after every second. And it meant that women loved them more than they loved the women, that they could want something with all their hearts, and then not.

And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.

Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good.

her scruffy innoscense to impregnate with his dreams. reason was seductive, it gave the appearance of truth

In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.

At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.

I'm always looking for something new and interesting to say. And it can't be something I'm directly experiencing.