Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
The memory of man is as old as misfortune
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.
We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.