Maybe staying single meant that you never had to grow up.
All babies are incoherent, but they grow up. That is the principle difference between an infant and a poet.
Machines seem to sense that I am afraid of them. It makes them hostile.
You take a handful of rocks and put them in a jar. Then once a week, you take one tiny pebble out of the jar and throw it away. When the jar is empty, why, you'll just about be over your grief. ... Time alone will do if you're short on rocks.
Half magic is no magic at all.
Trying to act normal is the most unnatural behavior of all.