You never know when the truth will come home. You can't choose the time. The time chooses you.

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.

Climb onto my shoulders. I will not let you fall.

Human beings are remarkably resilient. When you think about it, our species has been teetering upon the edge of the existential cliff since Hiroshima. In short, we endure.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

There's an old saying about truth setting you free. Don't buy it. Sometimes the truth slams the cell door shut and throws a thousand bolts.

You are the nest. You are the hatchling. You are the chrysalis. You are the progeny. You are the rot that falls from stars. You may not understand what I mean. You will.