The further on we go, the more meaning there is, but the less articulable. You live your life and the older you get- the more specifically you harvest- the more precious becomes every ounce and spasm. Your life and times don’t drain of meaning because they become more contradictory, ornamented by paradox, inexplicable. The less explicable, the more meaning. The less like a mathematics equation (a sum game); the more like music (significant secret).

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.

If one could drown in the grass, thought Elphie, that might be the best way to die.

To look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies.

We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.

I hate to be obvious," added the Scarecrow, "but you'd have saved yourself a heap of trouble if you weren't too cheap to invest in a leash, Dorothy.