The Fear of Death often proves Mortal.
I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.
She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.
My father said to remember your enemies as well as your friends, and don't trust either of them.
Two Arts degrees does not a life make.
I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.
He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.
Every social system is more or less against nature, and at every moment nature is at work to reclaim her rights.
Those who are entitled to it get it sooner or later.
Labor is really going to hurt.
Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.