There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

Doing fine, thank you, I would say, never knowing how to talk about what I do. If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my heart. Some of them. Not all.

The problems with success, frankly, are infinitely preferable to the problems of failure.

Time is fluid here', said the Demon.

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.

We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall