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Love's a mystery to everyone exceptthe poets, I guess, nobody sane can understand a thing they write about.
When a person gets up in the morning, he doesn't have he slightest idea how much may have changed in his life by the time he lays his head down againg that night.
The world is full of strangers, and most of them are "up to no good".
Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.
... God o' the Cross was just another religion which taught that love and murder were inextricably bound together - that in the end, God always drank blood.