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

Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.

But she woke up just then, and in the moonlight covered herself with a blanket. She smiled at him drowsily and called him "Yero, my hero," and that melted his heart.

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.

I hate New Year's Eve. One more chance to remember that you haven't yet done what you wanted. And to pretend it doesn't matter.