Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers.

To be alive is to be vulnerable.

Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named

In art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.

Wild nights are my glory!