Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

And here is our girl, looking-- If possible, worse than before. (You thought this was Cinderella transistorized?)

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.