Anyway, maybe there weren't any solutions. Human society, corpses and rubble. It never learned, it made the same cretinous mistakes over and over, trading short-term gain for long-term pain.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

Happiness is a garden walled with glass: there's no way in or out.

I tell, therefore you are.

he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

Just as if you do a mash-up of reality from the point of view of African Americans in this country, you're going to end up with something that will say, "This is Black Lives Matter." It's not that people necessarily have started out from that premise. But if you're looking at reality, that will be the result because that is reality.