There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no thing happens without reason nor out of time. As to that, I cannot speak, for I have seen too many threads cut short to believe it, but of a surety, I have seen too the weft of my fate shuttled on the loom. If there is a pattern, I do not think there is anyone among us who can stand at a great enough distance to discern it; yet I will not say that it is not so.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

Those that yield are not always weak

Spontaneity is the province of youth

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer