We all owe death a life. - Salman Rushdie

let me belong again to that faraway place I left so long ago, from which I am alienated, and which has forgotten me, in which I am an alien now even though it was the place where I began, let me belong again, walk those streets knowing they are mine, knowing that my story is a part of those streets, even though it isn't, it hasn't been for most of a lifetime, let it be so, let it be so

We are the only animals that tell stories to understand the world we live in.

perhaps, if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.