In the end, all disguises must drop.

So he stalked her again. Love makes hunters of us all.

If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

Wisdom is not the understanding of mystery. Wisdom is accepting that mystery is beyond understanding. That's what makes it mystery.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.