I do not know whether there are gods, but there ought to be.

What mattered to Abu was the music of the sentence. 'A shadow does not belong to the object that casts it.' To Abu, it was a little poem. And in general, it was the poetics, the music of things that tossed his confetti.

What's the matter with you tonight?" he asked when we were out of earshot of Stirling and Co.  "I told you."  "No," he said, "it isn't just the murder tonight. Hell, I've seen you kill people and be less upset afterwards. What's wrong?

Everything that has beginning also have end, but it don't always end the Same way

Written By David Bobby (George)

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