I snipped the cherries but left the banana.” She gave him a knowing look. “God, ” said Sir Sun. “No, not God. Me. I did it.” She pointed at herself.

At the end of the world, music always played on like a bad movie.

Be dangerous, darling, for the whole world rises and falls at your feet.

I have a present for you.” He raised his eye brows. “I don’t like your surprises.” “You’ll like this one. Close your eyes.

Velva’s face glowed in the streetlight. “Sir Sun, don’t you see? I am your violent violet. And you are mine.

Love is always worth the risks, even when, especially when, it scares you.

Velva wasn’t merely a rose among the thorns, the lily of the valleys, she was Empress amongst the stars and planet.

We have ourselves to save.

In making theories, always keep a window open so that you can throw one out if necessary.

Every judgment teeters on the brink of error. To claim absolute knowledge is to become monstrous. Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.

I still write poetry from time to time, but my whole life is so music-oriented at this point that it's hard for me to even think about having other hobbies.

Spontaneous kindness is to hipsters as high beams are to deer.

We owe thankfulness to God, not sour faces.

Beware of despairing about yourself: you are commanded to put your trust in God, and not in yourself.

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away.

Good and bad is tricky," she said. "I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is which way you face." (pp. 348-349)

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