It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now.
Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.
Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets.
When the State withers, humanity flowers.
Language exists less to record the actual than to liberate the imagination.
I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.