I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
Parents wonder why the streams are bitter, when they themselves have poisoned the fountain.
The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. they force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.
How paramount the future is to the present when one is surrounded by children.
You have to know the past to understand the present.