Courage is the only Magic worth having.
Since flesh can't stay, we pass the words along.
Art is always an energy exchange.
Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments.
A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.
The desire for magic cannot be eradicated. Even the most supposedly rational people attempt to practice magic in love and war. We simultaneously possess the most primitive of brain stems and the most sophisticated of cortices. The imperatives of each coexist uneasily.