Love Exists Within Each Of Us From

Identity Politics Divides Us. Fiction Connects. One Is Interested In Sweeping Generalizations. The Other, In Nuances. One Draws Boundaries. The Other Recognizes No Frontiers. Identity Politics Is Made Of Solid Bricks. Fiction Is Flowing Water.

The Words That Come Out Of Our Mouths Do Not Vanish But Are Perpetually Stored In Infinite Space, And They Will Come Back To Us In Due Time.

Personally, I Didn't Think There Was Anything Wrong With Sadness. Just The Opposite – Hypocrisy Made People Happy And Truth Made Them Sad.

Where There Is Love, There Is Bound To Be Heartache.

Cities Are Erected On Spiritual Columns. Like Giant Mirrors, They Reflect The Hearts Of Their Residents. If Those Hearts Darken And Lose Faith, Cities Will Lose Their Glamour.