I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.

Trees're always a relief, after people.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

I have always unswervingly held, that God, in our civilizing world, manifests Himself not in the miracles of biblical age, but in progress. It is progress that leads humanity up the ladder towards the God-head. No Jacob's ladder this, no, but rather Civilization's Ladder, if you will.