The sorrow of not being movie stars overwhelms millions.
Most bad luck is the misfortune of not being an exception.
In the labyrinth of a difficult text, we find unmarked forks in the path, detours, blind alleys, loops that deliver us back to our point of entry, and finally the monster who whispers an unintelligible truth in our ears.
Truth-telling frightens me. Lying confuses me.
History goes out of control almost as often as nature does.
Dogs often remind us of the human, ail-too human. Cats, never.