I find myself very, very happy to be a weird writer.
Desiring is a part of dreaming.
How many of us have enough trust, strength, and faith to believe that we could do the impossible?
From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand. ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death. ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.
Compassion is the greatest form of love humans have to offer.
What is life when living without the Lifemaker?