“He remained restrained and strangely composed. It was a composure born of extreme provocation. It stemmed from a lucidity that lies beyond rage.”
“Beyond the reach of human rage A drop of hell, a touch of strange ...”
“Extreme hopes are born from extreme misery.”
“Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.”
“If abandoned rage asks, Who should answer for this?/Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.”
“The world is composed of lies. Starting from a kid’s cute lie, a teen’s white lie, a youth’s smart lie, it grows older with us, romantic lies as a couple, effusive lies as a parent and unavoidable lies at old age. Lies are beautiful, lies are awkward. Lies are stupid, lies are witty. Everyone is a classical composer and lifetime listener of lies.”