'..., life is like a dress. Some are made fortunate, others not so. So when it gets torn or stained, all you can do is wash it, mend it or cut it up and make something new out of it.'
In war you dehumanize other people in order to kill them but I think you also dehumanize yourself. That's what violence does.
Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner everyday .
In the beginning there was nothing. And then there was everything.
Nobody warned you that the women whose feet you cut from running would give birth to daughters with wings.
The mind is a crazy thing. The things you want to keep forever fade away and the things you want to fade away stick like cashew stains on clothes