“Ah! What a fine thing it is to know something!”
“Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.”
“Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.”
“Ah, i just know. That's my talent, if you were wondering. I just know things." She rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. "What a unique talent""I know. I amaze myself”
“No, Mom. I said fine." "It's just your tone." Ah, yes- the tone. The nasty traitor.”
“The abyss remains. It is pregnant with all the things yet to be. Ah, what gentle violence!”