Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.

A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone

I've made him a monster by overloving. Lord knows, if hatred could make him human again.

I climb the door instead of a treeJust to crawl with myself walking freeWhat if I’m a lizard beneath my skinChanging my colours of the human I’ve been

Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....

I want to be a guileless rook to discolor the blackness of all crafty human hearts