A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.
Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.
All my own small perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded.
True education is a kind of never ending story — a matter of continual beginnings, of habitual fresh starts, of persistent newness.
Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf.
Venice seemed incredibly lovely, elvishly lovely--to me like a dream of Old Gondor, or Pelargir of the Numenorean Ships, before the return of the Shadow.