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.

The world is unkind to the shoeless and frolicsome.

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

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

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.

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.