Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.


The Satanic Verses (ed. 1989)


Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.

Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.

Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.

Not all possibilities are open to us. The world is finite; our hopes spill over its rim.