Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who watches the watchmen?
We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.
In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagines past
I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.
Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.
It's early days. A few skeletons are bound to keep jumping out of the closet.
All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
