Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.

Galinda didn't often stop to consider whether she believed in what she said or not; the whole point of conversations was flow.

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

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

Memory is a part of the present. It builds us up inside; it knits our bones to our muscles and keeps our hearts pumping. It is memory that reminds our bodies to work, and memory that reminds our spirits to work to: it keeps us who we are.~Candle

I write because I admire the act of rationalization, of seeking clarity in one's understanding of the complexities of life, and I'm bad at it. I'm slow. Writing, which is an arduous and slow process, proceeds at the same rate as my sloth-like mind.