Keep thinking. You can hear our brains rattling around inside us, like the littler Russian dolls.

We must curb ourfury, and allow sadness to diminish, and speak our stories with coolness and deliberation.

Empedolces claims that in utero, our backbone is one long solid; and that through the constriction of the womb and the punishments of birth it must be snapped again and again to form our vertebrae; that for the child to have a spine, his back must first be broken

Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.

We are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.