In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe.

As people get more desperate, history suggests that they're not going to rise in a mighty proletarian tidal wave and wash away their oppressors. They're gonna turn on each other.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him... [from Macbeth]

They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.

Magic and art tend to share a lot of the same language. They both talk about evocation, invocation, and conjuring.

Please don't worry. It's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians. You see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition.