Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

I don't think the world is the way we like to think it is. I don't think it's one solid world, but many, thousands upon thousands of them--as many as there are people--because each person perceives the world in his or her own way; each lives in his or her own world. Sometimes they connect, for a moment, or more rarely, for a lifetime, but mostly we are alone, each living in our own world, suffering our small deaths.

We end up stumbling our way through the forest, never seeing all the unexpected and wonderful possibilities and potentials because we're looking for the idea of a tree, instead of appreciating the actual trees in front of us.

An now the silences come in a single lifetime, in a single year... when species die, leaving a silent space in the world song that can never be filled.

I'm not...' Angharad began, but then she thought. Not what? Not a bad person? Perhaps. But had she never known anger? Never held unkind thoughts? The stranger's observation was valid. No one was innocent of darkness.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.