At least the smoke would give me a little cover; it was also choking me, making my eyes water and my lungs ache and spasm with each breath, but you can’t have everything.
Far as I can see, we mostly exist as *ideas* in each other’s heads. The way *you* see me. The way my *boss* sees me. The way the *waitress* at Lindy’s sees me.
These people have will and desire too. But in *this* world a hundred codes and schools tell them not to *exercise* it — to *restrain* desire, until desire turns into poison. And then to tell their children that *poison* is wholesome food.
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night…
Cerita-cerita dipertahankan, seperti harta karun masih akan muncul di pasar dari waktu ke waktu, jika seorang tahu dimana mencarinya.
My mum’s getting married,
Grudging praise is the most flattering of all.
You use the word “Infinity” very glibly…. Have you ever been there? Time and space are extensions of the mind, the will. Which means that infinity is a purely local phenomenon. You can turn over a stone and find it crawling there. Or you can make it yourself out of whatever materials are at hand.
Kematiannyalah yang paling sedih baginya untuk direnungkan – Zulaika
Vanessa Rey chose the words for her own headstone, taking her theme from the Bhagavad Gita. “Certain is death, for the living, certain is life, for the dead.” Think about that.