It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.

It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

To read" actually comes from the Latin reri "to calculate, to think" which is not only the progenitor of "read" but of "reason" as well, both of which hail from the Greek arariskein "to fit." Aside from giving us "reason," arariskein also gives us an unlikely sibling, Latin arma meaning "weapons." It seems that "to fit" the world or to make sense of it requires either reason or arms.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.