Skibbereen have a hard time at [math]; the best that the smartest of them can do with adding two plus two is guessing: three plus one. Correct, sort of, but not always useful.

It's the work that's important, not the individual who does it.

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

Science, my dears, is the systematic dissection of nature, to reduce it to working parts that more or less obey universal laws. Sorcery moves in the opposite direction. It doesn't rend, it repairs. It is synthesis rather than analysis. It builds anew rather than revealing the old. In the hands of someone truly skilled,...it is Art.

They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

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!