An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

So this was the rest of his life. It felt like a party to which he'd been invited, but at an address he couldn't actually locate. Someone must be having fun at it, this life of his; only, right at the moment, it wasn't him.

Love is the pursuit of shadows.

The prospect of his future life stretched before him like a sentence; not a prison sentence but a long-winded sentence with a lot of unnecessary subordinate clauses, as he was soon in the habit of quipping during Happy Hour pickup time at the local campus bars and pubs. He couldn’t say he was looking forward to it, this rest-of-his-life.

For the children with their greedy little mouths represent the future, which like time itself will devour all now alive.

Short forms are returning online. Interactivity is coming back; it was always there in oral storytelling.

Write down the thoughts and even more, write down a specific line. If you don't, it'll fly away forever.