If you explore beneath shyness or party chit-chat, you can sometimes turn a dull exchange into an intriguing one. I've found this to be particularly true in the case of professors or intellectuals, who are full of fascinating information, but need encouragement before they'll divulge it.

Anyone who teaches knows that you don't really experience a text until you've taught it, in loving detail, with an intelligent and responsive class.

The despairing soul is a rebel.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.

Stories come to us as wraiths requiring precise embodiments.

celebrate while you can