Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

She said, "I will go no farther." "There is no choice. We can only go on." The magician said again. "We can only go on.

Wisdom is finding joy in bewilderment

A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.