Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.

The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.

What is a house but a bigger skin, and a neighborhood map but the world's skin ever expanding?

Theirs is the mystery of continuous creation and all that providence implies: the uncertainty of vision, the horror of the fixed, the dissolution of the present, the intricacy of beauty, the pressure of fecundity, the elusiveness of the free, and the flawed nature of perfection.

You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world's hard work.

Possibly everyone now dead considered his own death as a freak accident, a mistake. Some bad luck caused it. Every enterprising man jack of them, and every sunlit vigorous woman and child, too, who had seemed so alive and pleased, was cold as a meat hook, and new chattering people trampled their bones unregarding, and rubbed their hands together and got to work improving their prospects till their own feet slipped and they went under themselves ... Every place was a tilting edge.