Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.

A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.