Anarchy is the permissive cause of war; it creates an environment in which states have to rely on self-help to ensure their survival.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

I’m not a guy that’s going to let my love for the hustle down.