Mars is empty now. Five hundred years from now, it'll be full of people.

What is it about fire that's so lovely? No matter what age we are, what draws us to it?...The thing man wanted to invent, but never did...If you let it go on, it'd burn our lifetimes out. What is fire? It is a mystery. Scientists give us gobbledygook about friction and molecules. But they don't really know. Its real beauty is that it destroys responsibility and consequences.

(...) And metaphors like cats behind your smile, Each one wound up to purr, each one a pride, Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)

I want your loves to be multiple. I don't want you to be a snob about anything. Anything you love, you do it.

We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam.

In order for a thing to be horrible it has to suffer a change you can recognize.

Venice was and is full of lost places where people put up for sale the last worn bits of their souls, hoping no one will buy.