I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes.
(Home) is you in things.
When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.
...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.
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.