There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.

It__ a case of mistaken identity. It__ one big mistake. You weren__ even in the country when it happened.__aja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup

Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

It's only crazy if we fail.

There__ no tragedy you can__ profit from.