Clemente Jake

“My tale is done. There runs a mouse; whoever catches her may make a great, great cap out of her fur.”
― Jacob Grimm, Grimm's Fairy Stories

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”
― Clement Clarke Moore, Twas the Night Before Christmas

“The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited

“In this populist regime, everything belongs to the people. If everyone owned everything , then, of course, no one owned anything. So how could it be theft if no one owned it?”
― Rafael Polo, Growing Up American