We are not just flesh and blood. And our hungers are not going to be set aside as just flesh and blood.
Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.
Life loves the person who dares to live it.
Oh, the holiness of being the injured party.
No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.
The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.