Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Every hundred feet the world changes

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.

Nothing is ever behind us.

Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.

…I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn't really happy.

For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths…

You have to listen to women. You should never ignore a woman's fears.

His words saddened them greatly, though they couldn't say why.

When you know something, you know it, and when you don't, you'd better learn. And in the meantime, you should keep quiet, or at least speak only when what you say will advance the learning process.

Cara: *Flies*Gen: What? I don't have wings!Cara: Ofcourse not! You're a boy.

We live with our defects as with the odors we carry about us: we do not perceive them, but they incommode those who approach us.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.

More wealth doesn't fix your life. More wealth makes you more of what you already are.

I find some comfort in running through the worst-case scenario in my mind and seeing how it's all going to go down.

The children of the white families in town were not permitted to associate with me, because my father was committing the then unpardonable crime, in Southern eyes, of educating negroes.

There is a type of constructive nonviolent tension that is necessary for growth

If you start thinking about stats it can get too complicated and you just have to go out there and play your game.

In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.