Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.

It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.