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.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, but I don't know the way out.

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!

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

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

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.