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

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

...What is the use of beauty? i have lived my life surrounded by painters, and still I do not know the answer. But i suspect, some days, that beauty helps protect the spirit of mankind, swaddle it and succor it, so that we might survive. Beauty is no end in itself, but if it makes or lives less miserable so that we might be more kind-well, then, lets have beauty, painted on our porcelain, hanging on our walls, ringing through our stories.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last