There was much to hate in this world and too much to love.

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

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.

Animals are born who they are, accept it, and that is that. They live with greater peace than people do.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

The melody faded like a rainbow after a storm, or like winds calming down at last; and what was left was calm, and possibility, and relief.