In the real world as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems. -The Book of Counted Sorrows.
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.
Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.
Best thing that can happen to a man is a good woman.
Holy men tell us life is a mystery. They embrace that concept happily. But some mysteries bite and bark and come to get you in the dark.
We may lack riches, but the greatest fortune is what lies in our hearts.
When I am battered and oppressed by the world that humanity has made – which is difference from the world that is was given – my primary defense, my consolation, is the absurdity of that world.
Night has patterns that can be read less by the living than by the dead.
I’m no more a wonder than anyone. And that’s what makes the world magical. Every baby’s a seed of wonder – that gets watered or it doesn’t.
I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
Imagine that you are more than nothing. Evil made you, but you are no more evil than a child unborn. If you want, if you seek, if you hope, who is to say that your hope might not be answered?
Reality isn’t what it used to be.
Britney: You in a fight? Odd: No, It’s an employment-related fork wound.
What has been is no more. Change has come.
What doesn’t quicken dies. That’s an indisputable truth of life.
The truth was stranger than the official fiction.
I’m alive but I have no life. I’m alive but also dead. I’m dead and alive.
Like children, dogs want discipline and are most secure when they have rules to live by. The happiest dogs are those with gentle masters who quietly but firmly demand respect.