Words are the only bread we can really share.

Laughter is a virus that infects you with humanity.

Everybody knew that being dead could put you in a terrible mood.

Poverty ennobles no one; it brutalizes common people and makes them hungry and old.

Death is alive, they whispered. Death lives inside life, as bones dance within the body. Yesterday is within today. Yesterday never dies.

The world was more than a place. Life was more than an event. It was all one thing, and that thing was: story.

If you were born to be a nail, you had to be hammered.