War is a perversion of sex.

I felt, if I'm going to react I might as well over react.

I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the opportunities the library gave me.

With science, ideas can germinate within a bed of theory, form, and practice that assists their growth... But we as gardeners, must beware... for some seeds are the seeds of ruin... and the most iridescent blooms are often the most dangerous

Culture is just a shambling zombie that repeats what it did in life; bits of it drop off, and it doesn't appear to notice.

We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.