We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.
There is only as much space, only as much time,
Only as much desire, only as many words,
Only as many pages, only as much ink
To accept all of us at light-speed
Hurrying into the Promised Land
Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
The universe is God’s son.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.