Power Travels In The Bloodlines, Handed Out

In Our Own Beginnings, We Are Formed Out Of The Body's Interior Landscape. For A Short While, Our Mothers' Bodies Are The Boundaries And Personal Geography Which Are All That We Know Of The World...once We No Longer Live Beneath Our Mother's Heart, It Is The Earth With Which We Form The Same Dependent Relationship, Relying...on Its Cycles And Elements, Helpless Without Its Protective Embrace.

What Is This Life But The Sound Of An Appalling Love.

Life Will Break You. Nobody Can Protect You From That. And Living Alone Won't Either, For Solitude Will Also Break You With Its Yearning. You Have To Love. You Have To Feel. It Is The Reason You Are Here On Earth.

Don't Read Anything Except What Destroys The Insulation Between Yourself And Your Experience.

What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of The Stoical Endurance Of Appalling Daily Misery.