Lift your eyes, straighten your back, let fear and pain walk away like the turtles they are.
A kite only flies if it’s tethered.
Beijing? Freedom? Oil and water.
It’s only a cut, a reminder of this day. A reminder to ask every day, Why am I doing this?
He has freedom on his face.
Cono knew that all three of his tormentors would know the anthem by heart from their childhood years. They had sung it daily to belong to the elite of their country, wearing around their necks...
Ah, men losing the power in their dicks. When they can no longer f___ their women, they f___ the world.
Your death rides a fast camel.
Hungry for what? Money? No. Power? Over people? That was like having power over clams.
To Cono’s mind the three assailants were all three nearly motionless even as they skittered and dodged, firing, maneuvering for a kill. Cono felt exhilaration—the ecstatic awareness that his strange brain and body had ordained...
In my country, when we think about the future, we shake.
Maybe he had become addicted after all—addicted to being the pivot point, to being as central as that crucial joint between copulating man and woman, but with a danger that did not know the bounds...
Most men overestimate themselves. It’s the only way they can reproduce. It’s why we’re all here, us humans. Overestimation.
If it’s not one god it’s another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.
Why ruin the present by talking about the past?
To make a friend you must close one eye. And to keep a friend, you must close both eyes.
I believe in the goddess of mystery. And she’s always pregnant!
The people need a strong leader. They feel insecure if they don’t know who to fear. Isn’t that why god was invented?
After all, the whole of humanity was anchored by inventions, contrivances, unrealities. Xiao Li lived on dreams, as most people do.
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