Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall

I'd love to think that people in the future would gather in theatres, at conventions, and in darkened rooms, and read it out to each other.

Everything that is,casts a shadow

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.

I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921