I sometimes wonder ... if the land is not destroying the people who inhabit it as the people who inhabit it are destroying the land. A magic continent, a Peculiar Treasure, stuffed with riches, millions in it are starving in the midst of plenty.
About mistakes it's funny. You got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs they get mad.
Nicknames are fond names. We do not give them to people we dislike.
don't you hate people who say they're not complaining and then complain?
People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus.
There are people who have a penchant for cities-more than that, a talent for them, a gift of sensing them, of feeling their rhythm and pulsebeats, as others have a highly developed music sense, or color reaction. It is a thing that cannot be acquired.
There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.
Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.