What the Hell is Water.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.

I made a rule for myself: I would not include anything that human beings had not already done in some other place or time, or for which the technology did not already exist. I did not wish to be accused of dark, twisted inventions, or of misrepresenting the human potential for deplorable behaviour. The group-activated hangings, the tearing apart of human beings, the clothing specific to castes and classes, the forced childbearing and the appropriation of the results, the children stolen by regimes and placed for upbringing with high-ranking officials, the forbidding of literacy, the denial of property rights: all had precedents, and many were to be found not in other cultures and religions, but within western society.“

There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable.

She lay in the dark and knew everything.

But I tried, didn’t I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.

It’s a strange feeling to miss something you don’t even know.

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do.