What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

All our lives are activity without meaning; we burrow ratlike into life and we squirm ratlike through it and ratlike we are flung into our graves at the end. Now and then, why shouldn't we hear a voice of prophecy.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.

In summer moonlight, she was dangerously, inebriatingly magnified.

Just follow that one road the whole time!... I hope they don't get lost, I'm so bad at giving directions.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.