For these are not as they might seem to be, the ruins of our civilization, but are temporary encampment and outposts of the civilization that we - you and I - shall build.

Everything outside was elegant and savage and fleshy. Everything inside was slow and cool and vacant. It seemed a shame to stay inside.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

I was here on earth because I chose to be.

It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.

The constants that I look for are a love of light and a determination to trace some moral chain of being.

I love you not for the person you are, but for your possibilities.