We all write poems; it is simply that the poets are the ones who write in words.
John Fowles (1926 -)
Contributed by: Zaady
Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.
Source: The Magus
The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.
You are like a porcupine. When the animal has its spines erect, it cannot eat. If you do not eat, you will starve. And your prickles will die with the rest of your body.
I knew words were like chains, they held me back . . . the act of description taints the description.
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