“--perhaps monsters were misunderstood gods; deities with plans too grand for humans; a phantom of evil that drank from the roots of good. He should know. After all, he was a monster.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Silvered Serpents
seen from United States

seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States

seen from Mexico
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from United States
“--perhaps monsters were misunderstood gods; deities with plans too grand for humans; a phantom of evil that drank from the roots of good. He should know. After all, he was a monster.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Silvered Serpents
[He] knew there was only one difference between monsters and gods. Both inspired fear, only one inspired worship. [He] sympathised with monsters.
― Roshani Chokshi, The Silvered Serpents
Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.
Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West
Perhaps the future belongs to magic, and it's we women who control magic.
J.G. Ballard, Rushing to Paradise
Add a trace of light, an outline of time, an artefact of memory, the residue on a cup, an echo of the galaxy in a grain of sand, the shadow of an ancient idea and you may have found what we have.
‘Traces’ art exhibition by: Tom Hoyle, Mark Antony Smith, Yueyun Song & Celia Walmsley
I will make an attempt to attain freedom, the youthful soul says to itself; and is it to be hindered in this by the fact that two nations happen to hate and fight one another, or that two continents are separated by an ocean, or that all around it a religion is taught with did not yet exist a couple of thousand years ago. All that is not you, it says to itself. No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.
Friederich Nietzsche, Schopenhauer as Educator (translation by R.J. Hollingdale)
Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.
Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom's Cabin