Plans can be like a winged horse, but their execution plods along pulling carts.
Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their voices live in the library.
It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.
(Home) is you in things.
The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.
Charm is the enchanted dart, light and subtle as a hummingbird. But it is deceptive in one thing: like a sense of humor, if you think you've got it, you probably haven't.