Many People Make The Mistake Of Confusing

The Evil Always Comes From Details.

Many Words Will Be Written On The Wind And The Sand, Or End Up In Some Obscure Digital Vault. But The Storytelling Will Go On Until The Last Human Being Stops Listening. Then We Can Send The Great Chronicle Of Humanity Out Into The Endless Universe.

You Can Have More Than One Home. You Can Carry Your Roots With You, And Decide Where They Grow.

He Was So Excessively Polite That Wallendar Suspected He Had Endured Many Humiliations In His Life.

Poverty Always Looks The Same, No Matter Where You Come Across It. The Rich Can Always Express Their Opulence By Varying Their Lives. Different Houses, Clothes, Cars. Or Thoughts, Dreams. But For The Poor There Is Nothing But Compulsory Grayness, The Only Form Of Expression Available To Poverty.