Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous.

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, gray members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! his long wavering howl . . . an aria of fear made audible. The wolfsong is the sound of the rending you will suffer, in itself a murdering.

If the Barbarians are destroyed, who will we then be able to blame for the bad things?

The child's laughter is pure until he first laughs at a clown.