...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

In the end, it’s all a question of balance.

…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.

Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.

Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.