Joro

“The gunslinger turned his eyes up to the faces in the leaves. A play was being enacted there for his amusement Worlds rose and fell before him. Empires were built across shining sands where forever machines toiled in abstract electronic frenzies. Empires declined and fell. Wheels that had spun like silent liquid moved more slowly, began to squeak, began to scream, stopped. Sand choked the stainless steel gutters of concentric streets below dark skies full of stars like beds of cold jewels. And through it all, a dying wind of change blew, bringing with it the cinnamon smell of late October. The gunslinger watched as the world moved on.”
― Stephen King, The Gunslinger

“Dogs are miracles with paws”
― Susan Kennedy

“Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.”
― Sir Walter Scott

“If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World