But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

Capacity for love in its higher forms seems to be peculiarly human although even in humans it is still peculiar.

I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue.