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

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.

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished." -the Lady Amalthea, from The Last Unicorn

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.

The tune was wailing and mournful, almost flagrantly so, and the total effect was of a heartbroken piccolo being parted forever from its bagpipe lover.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.