Once upon a time, there was a clear set of choices that people made. Now there are so many choices of how to think, how to define ourselves.

And darkness will rule.

We all have a place within us, that would like to rewrite the way our life was written out for us....That's why people want to become authors.„

That's why I like the blackest nights-the darkest, obsidian skies of winter. When the world is coldest and darkest, the stars shine brightest.

Ethics are so annoying. I avoid them on principle.

A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white.

God will meet us and help us.

The missing link between animals and a truly humane mankind is man himself, who does not yet see himself as a part of the world, claiming it instead for himself.

Once you put a thought into the world, it can be disagreed with, but it can't be unthought.

Cohabitation seems a greater leap in cities because it's all the harder to extract oneself if things turn sour. It's what keeps otherwise functional adults living with their mothers.