I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.