The worst losses come at night.

Perhaps, if we don't always have a conscious conscience, we have a subliminal one, from which the memory of past wrongs is not so easily erased.

The vision of an entire world becoming just like us is at least as discomfiting as the thought that most of it won't.

The worst losses come at night.

Anger can be borne - it can even be satisfying - if it can gather into words and explode in a storm, or a rapier-sharp attack. But without these means of ventilation, it only turns back inward, building and swirling like a head of stream - building to an impotent, murderous rage.

There is nothing like a gleam of humor to reassure you that a fellow human being is ticking inside a strange face.

The authentic is almost never found by being pursued; but there is no missing it when you are in its presence.