If the first words out of your mouth are to cry 'political correctness!', ... chances are very, very high that you are in fact part of the problem.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

There is no logic to grief.

It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is evil.

Loneliness is a darkness of the soul

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?