Nothing Is As Eloquent As Nothing.

For White Men, To Live Is To Own, Or To Try To Own More, Or To Die Trying To Own More. Their Appetites Are Astonishing! They Own Wardrobes, Slaves, Carriages, Houses, Warehouses, And Ships. They Own Ports, Cities, Plantations, Valleys, Mountains, Chains Of Islands. They Own This World, Its Jungles, Its Skies, And Its Seas. Yet They Complain That Dejima Is A Prison. They Complain They Are Not Free.

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

She Has To Lose Her Pre-copernican View Of A Universe Revolving Around Herself.

Books Don't Offer Real Escape, But They Can Stop A Mind Scratching Itself Raw.

The Music Provokes A Sharp Longing The Music Soothes.