Life if curious when reduced to its essentials

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

As it was in the beginning, ... is now, and ever shall be, world without end.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

One realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.