The Bird Is Gone, And In What

But At Least He Can Still See The Lights Below Us. Although Maybe For Him It Doesn't Matter.

When Two People Dream The Same Dream, It Ceases To Be An Illusion.

We Should Take Mothers In High Seas And Drown Them There, They Are As Poisonous As Lead In The Air.

The Basic Tool For The Manipulation Of Reality Is The Manipulation Of Words. If You Can Control The Meaning Of Words, You Can Control The People Who Must Use The Words.

The Tragedy In His Life Already Existed. To Love An Atmospheric Spirit. That Was The Real Sorrow. Hopelessness Itself. Nowhere On The Printed Page, Nowhere In The Annals Of Man, Would Her Name Appear: No Local Habitation, No Name. There Are Girls Like That, He Thought, And Those You Love Most, The Ones Where There Is No Hope Because It Has Eluded You At The Very Moment You Close Your Hands Around It.