The words of Lingo the Ringo upon entering the haunted mountains of Detheream.
The one and the many, the all and the each, you and I - equal contributors to creation.
the tomato's ripe skin blushes bright red yearning for the rip and shred, the sharp serrated edges, the teeth of the knife.
I am selfish in the morning, by noon I see much clearer. In the evening I'm exhausted, but midnight comes and I'm awake. Who am I?
Now we both know exactly who you are, but you’ll never, ever know who I am - and that is your loss, indeed.
Correctfulness is just a game, and everything "right" was once a "wrong."
Truth doesn't matter - people only believe in perceptions.
I love this and I love that, but none of these things are why I love you.
Leaves fall, but do they fall in love?
We all know what it's like to be human, so why don't we forgive other for our humanity?
I'm not so handsome - that's why most people never listen to me.
We've all met a snake or two.