We feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.

I have stolen ideas from every book I have ever read.

Was there only one world after all which spent its time dreaming of others?

Everything has a meaning, if only we could read it.

You are dead- what am I speaking to?

The Christian religion is a very powerful and convincing mistake.

People are too complicated to have simple labels.