God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is alive. Magic is afoot. God is afoot. Magic is alive. Alive is afoot. Magic never died. God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God was ruler though his funeral lengthened. Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

How bitter were the Prozac pills of the last few hundred mornings

To have [Adam's Cohen] microscopic attention to my work was really a great privilege.

A community is an alibi for the failure of individual love.

Do not believe the truth. The truth is tiny compared to what you have to do.

She was made of flesh and eyelashes.