Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.

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

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

It was deliciously pagan.

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.