Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

“Achamian tossed his hands skyward in dismay. “Foolish boy! How many faiths are …”

“Esmenet had loved joking about cocks. She marvelled at the way men fussed over …”

“The world has long ceased to be the author of your anguish.”

“To piss across water is to piss across your reflection”