Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.

I've never been derogatory towards taxi drivers.

Many auto drivers and taxi drivers spit. However, I have yet to come across a passenger who will spit when he is refused a journey to his destination by an auto or a taxi driver.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

You leap over the wall of one ghetto and find yourself in another ghetto.

The truth is, I can never die. For I will be in everything and see you in everything and watch over you. I am your reaction in the water of a mountain lake.