The truth is often of no consequence.

Marcii hoped she was wrong, though she knew the odds were slim.Still, in the face of everything, there is always hope.

True beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

He stood taller, and straighter, and broader, and infinitely more human than anything else Marcii could possibly imagine.

He was like nothing she’d ever known.Marcii hoped she would come to know him, for he was all she could ever have asked for and more.

And yet the night was still fresh: young as new dawn.There was still time for worlds to change, if that was to be their fate.

She has no interest in human quarrels, for they are often petty and always pointless.

Just because he was not a monster did not mean he wouldn’t be treated as one.

If this was what it meant to be human, for now she saw more clearly than she ever had done, she didn’t want to be.

Love is the only emotion so unexplainable and unique, that not even the greatest of writers could hope to contain it within their meagre words.

It was just the way he was made.

So it is that there is nothing to be taught, but yet there is something to be learned.

If you do darshan (worship) of the one who has both stillness in his eyes and chit prasannta (blissful state of chit)

Tastes like something that rhymes with cat." -Apollon

She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.

If Washington is a two-party town, why can't Hollywood be one too?

life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.

Guilty as charged. Perl is happily ugly, and happily derivative.

In mystical traditions, it is one's own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric. The secret isn't that you're not being told. The secret is that you're not able to hear.

It is better the truth should come little by little. I have learned that, being a priest. Perhaps, in the old days, they ate knowledge too fast.

Thus hath the candle sing'd the moth. O these deliberate fools!