I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

I take responsibility only for the future, not the past. The past can't hurt you the way the future can.

Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.

Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much.

Not everyone is born a witch or a saint. Not everyone is born talented, or crooked, or blessed; some are born definite in no particular at all. We are a fountain of shimmering contradictions, most of us. Beautiful in the concept, if we're lucky, but frequently tedious or regrettable as we flesh ourselves out.