The scroll is coming back (Twitter is a scroll.)
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free.
She who pays the undertaker calls the tune.
Genres aren't closed boxes. Stuff flows back and forth across the borders all the time.
Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?
Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.