Love brightens and purifies the heart.

. . . she dreamed of nothing, for she hoped for nothing and expected nothing. It was as cold and dark inside her as out in the frosty night.

Minds, like diapers, need occasional changing.

I think sometimes that people are like onions. On the outside smooth and whole and simple but inside ring upon ring, complex and deep.

Corpus Bones! I utterly loathe my life.

. . . . I cannot escape my life but can only use my determination and courage to make it the best I can.

I want to remake the world; anything less is not worth the trouble.