In the work of Ts'ui Pen, all possible outcomes occur; each one is the point of departure for other forkings. Sometimes, the paths of this labyrinth converge: for example, you arrive at this house, but in one of the possible pasts you are my enemy, in another, my friend.

I leave to the various futures (not to all) my garden of forking paths.

Thus fought the heroes, tranquil their admirable hearts, violent their swords, resigned to kill and to die.

Ts'ui Pe must have said once: I am withdrawing to write a book. And another time: I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth. Every one imagined two works; to n…

You ought to be thankful for the little things But little things are all you seem to give You're always putting off what we can do today Soap opera says you've…

Cueillez des aujourd'hui les roses de la vie.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.'.(quoting John Greenleaf Whittier)