Pain is very often a maimed creature without a mouth.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l'oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people's psychology with my own.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

It's true that heroes are inspiring, but mustn't they also do some rescuing if they are to be worthy of their name? Would Wonder Woman matter if she only sent commiserating telegrams to the distressed?