There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.

At certain junctures in the course of existence, unique moments occur when everyone and everything, even the most distant stars, combine to bring about something that could not have happened before and will never happen again. Few people know how to take advantage of these critical moments, unfortunately, and they often pass unnoticed. When someone does recognize them, however, great things happen in the world.

People? People have been obsolete for years, They've made the world a place where there's no room left for their own kind.

Life holds one great but quite commonplace mystery. Though shared by each of us and known to all, seldom rates a second thought. That mystery, which most of us take for granted and never think twice about, is time.

Nothing can happen more than once, but everything must happen one day; Over hill and dale, wood and stream, my dying voice will blow away. . .

Just as the setting sun turned the clouds to liquid gold.

Strange as it may seem, horror loses its power to frighten when repeated too often.