I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.
Wishing Stars: Space Opera FairytalesWhat is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?
White NightYou cannot fix a problem that you refuse to acknowledge.
Willful Blindness: Why We Ignore the Obvious at Our PerilWhen I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.
The Waves