Dev-"Come in peace or leave in pieces
Ich bin eben kein Erzähler wie du.
It is the thinnest lines that define us.
Bloodchild" is my pregnant man story.
My color is my joy and not my burden...
You forget, darling. I the local psychopath.
The chuckle is a perfectly acceptable form of laughter.
The dead can read tears.
Just maybe I was worthy of love.
[T]he deepest form of pain comes out as silence.
The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.
If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.
That's the privilege of old age: You don't have to remember.
One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.
Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.
Perfection of means and confusion of ends seem to characterize our age.
Writers obviously have to bear witness to the harsh face of the age.
We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.
Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent?
Admiration of the proletariat, like that of dams, power stations, and aeroplanes, is part of the ideology of the machine age.
In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us.
