The first time you share tea with a Balti, you are a stranger. The second time, you are an honored guest. The third time you become family.
The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction.
A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right.
Whatever you fight, you strengthen, and whatyou resist, persists.
The city never sleeps, and neither do I.
We live in a world of shadows, and we ourselves are shadows.