She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!

With death comes honesty.

If the creative artist worries if he will still be free tomorrow, then he will not be free today.

Without water we are nothing", the traveler thought. "Even an emperor, denied water, would swiftly turn to dust. Water is the real monarch and we are all its slaves.

Among the great struggles of man-good/evil, reason/unreason, etc.-there is also this mighty conflict between the fantasy of Home and the fantasy of Away, the dream of roots and the mirage of the journey.

What's the use of stories that aren't even true?

If a birth is the fall-out from the explosion caused by the union of two unstable elements, then perhaps a half-life is all we can expect.