She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.

A train will bring you back to the place you came from, but it will not return you home.

I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.

Could a dream kill a man? Could it strangle him where he sat sleeping?

The world is unkind to the shoeless and frolicsome.

Love is the same as being lost,' says Jacques to the dark. 'Except you don't care that you're lost.

If you are not setting a trap, then you are probably walking into one. It is the mark of the master to do both at once.