That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

Yet who can say how our souls have been stamped by witnessing such a cruel drama? All souls are hostages to their human envelopes, but souls must decay and suffer at such indignity, don't you agree?

That's the real power of art, I think. Not to chide but to provoke challenge. Otherwise why bother?

How poetic you are," she said. "I've a notion that poetry is the highest form of self-deception.

My job is to protect you, Lady Glinda even if you are loosing your mind.