The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation.

The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.

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.

Before catechisms can instill a proper humility, small children know the truth that their own existence has caused the world to bloom into being.

Those times are over and gone, and good riddance to them, too. We were hopelessly high-spirited. Now we're the tick-waisted generation, dragging along our children behind us and carrying our parents on our backs. And we're in charge, while the figures who used to command our respect are wasting away.

People always did like to talk, didn't they? That's why I call myself a witch now: the Wicked Witch of the West, if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.