“ The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it. ”
A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
~ David Mitchell
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love.
I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
