The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she’d snap and crack the world in two.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important.

But no. There is a difference between the truth and what we wish were true.

It exhasperated her, but she knew better than to force the world to her desire.

She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.

I cannot help but wonder how many of us walk through our lives, day after day, feeling slightly broken and alone, surrounded all the time by others who feel exactly the same way.

Answers were always important, but they were seldom easy.

Some days simply lay on you like stones.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

But for half a minute she wished it was a different sort of day, even though she knew that nothing good could come from wanting at the world.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

The thing you do with a boy it is to show him all the to show. Don't hold nothing back.

I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.

The paintings are transferred from my computer to a disk, and I can hand it to the printer this way; or I can modem the painting to the printer over the phone lines from my house in Hawaii.

A sick society must think much about politics, as a sick man must think much about his digestion.

To know what is the right thing to do and not do it is the greatest cowardice.

The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

Go on and love yourself, cause everything's gonna be alright.

Assume that people are good until you actually and specifically learn differently. And even then, know that they have potential for change and that you can help them out.

Not like Homer would I write, Not like Dante if I might, Not like Shakespeare at his best, Not like Goethe or the rest, Like myself, however small, Like myself, or not at all.