Myths can't be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.

Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.

How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word.

I think every age lives in a blend of technology so there's always older ones mixed in with newer ones, and when the new technology goes down, the immediate fallback position is either that technology just before that or one several technologies back.

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.

It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because of what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.

After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.