Believers Are Each Other's Mirrors.

Father, I Am From A Different Egg Than Your Other Children. Think Of Me As A Duckling Raised By Hens. I Am Not A Domestic Bird Destined To Spend His Life In A Chicken Coop. The Water That Scares You Rejuvenates Me. For Unlike You I Can Swim, And Swim I Shall. The Ocean Is My Homeland. If You Are With Me, Come To The Ocean. If Not, Stop Interfering With Me And Go Back To The Chicken Coop.

Stories Cannot Demolish Frontiers, But They Can Punch Holes In Our Mental Walls, And Through Those Holes We Can Get A Glimpse Of The Other And Sometimes Even Like What We See.

Time Is Just An Illusion. What You Need Is To Live This Very Moment. That Is All That Matters.

If You Want To Destroy Something In This Life, Be It An Acne, A Blemish Or The Human Soul, All You Need To Do Is To Surround It With Thick Walls. It Will Dry Up Inside.

The Child Had Indeed Shut Up But All The Questions That Had Accumulated On His Tongue Circulated In His Mouth, Moved Through The Passages Of His Nose And Climbed Up From There To Tickle Into His Teardrop Ducts, So In His Moss Green Pupils, Curious, Insistent, Accusing Sparks Of Questions Continued To Light Up And Fade Away Like Fireflies Flitting About On Summer Nights.