- Words, sentences, the endless game of reason, the scarecrow-making machine, one who seeks the well of certainty to sleep in it.
- Joy, sorrow, the true meanings of a living human, that which is the greatest guide—not just the greatest, but the only guide. A reason to exist, a potion for becoming.
- Do not let my words enter your world, for they will shatter. It is the world that needs you, not you it.
- A blanket wrapped around a body, draped over shoulders, a child underneath searching for wisdom, sometimes blinded by it. And a door latched shut so that eyes do not disturb its vision.
- A plastic container with a lid, a handful of raisins taken, placed into the mouth one by one with the thumb. Glucose ensures his mind spins again in search of fresh joy and sorrow.
- Water seeping into a tissue, the drying of hair on the back of a man’s hand, a girl curled up, wet yet happy, who will not catch a cold.
- The gurgling of hot tea, with sugar-coated almonds, as if trying to replace cigarettes. A child grabbing a handful of almonds thought to himself: to hell with tooth decay.
- When asked for reasons for his actions, he grew frustrated, failing to produce a grand response, and lost his temper. Later, he learned that having no reason is sometimes the best reason.
- How can a mother who has found the truth allow her daughter to fly?
