Cloud Atlas

by David Mitchell

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbours share your conscience.

The I’s we were yearn to breathe the world’s air again, but can they ever break out from these calcified cocoons?

Humour is the ovum of dissent, and the Juche should fear it.

Perhaps those deprived of beauty perceive it most instinctively.

People b’lief the world is built so an’ tellin’ ’em it ain’t so caves the roofs on their heads’n’maybe yours.

there ain’t no journey what don’t change you some.

Every nowhere is somewhere,