Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better

Dreams fade with morning light, Never a morn for thee, Dreamer of dreams, goodnight.

Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it's fun in the end.