“It is difficult to separate the proverbial wheat from the chaff when the mortar between the two dries into stiff glue.”

“…he beats to the rhythm of strings, strung invisibly as cords without a seeming source.”

“They mistake inertia for success and failure, accidental tides for fate, and recurrent themes for bad luck.”

“Words smother the space inside and make the man forget what emptiness was for.”

“Words run like shallow streams that leave the rubble of reality unchanged.”

“It grows from the rich soil of a child’s mind, watered by the words of others, and fed by the rights and wrongs of a sleeping society.”