There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.
When the moon covers the sun, we have a solar eclipse. What do you call it when birds do that?
Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.
People unconsciously want to reveal their inner urges.
Life is a continuous cycle of once-terrifying things becoming normal.
Why does nothing change, even when you set out for a faraway place?