Stalker: Let everything that's been planned come true. Let them believe. And let them have a laugh at their passions. Because what they call passion actually is not some emotional energy, but just the friction between their souls and the outside worl...
Marriage [is] not just a bond between two people but a bond between those two people and their forebears, their children, and their neighbors... Lovers must not . . . live for themselves alone. . . . They say their vows to the community as much as to...
Stand away from dwarfs, for it's God who hit them on the head.
Tears have meaning but only he who sheds them understands.
Don't expect from others what you can't promise them yourself.
When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.
You won't help shoots grow by pulling them up higher.
If you want some lies to be believed wrap them up in truths.
Men count up the faults of those who keep them waiting.
People count up the faults of those who are keeping them waiting.
People count up the faults of those who keep them waiting.
If you give a man nuts then give him something to crack them with.
He who is the judge between two friends loses one of them.
Who bathes his hands in blood will have to wash them with tears.
Learn good manners from those who don't have them.
When someone is going downhill everyone likes to give them a kick.
Ashes always fly back in the face of him who throws them.
Cover me!' Augustus said as he jumped out from behind the wall and raced toward the school. Isaac fumbled for his controller and then started firing while the bullets rained down on Augustus, who was shot once and then twice but still ran, Augustus s...
You digest and absorb your life by turning it into stories,' he says, 'the same way this theater seems to digest people.' With one hand, he points to a carpet stain, this dark stain sticky and growing mold, branched with arms and legs. Other events�...
I’m a maker of ballads right pretty I write them right here in the street You can buy them all over the city yours for a penny a sheet I’m a word pecker out of the printers out of the dens of Gin Lane I’ll write up a scene on a counter - confes...
Some people flee some other people. In some country under a sun and some clouds. They abandon something close to all they’ve got, sown fields, some chickens, dogs, mirrors in which fire now preens. Their shoulders bear pitchers and bundles. The emp...
