O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

In order to arrive at what you are not, you must go through the way in which you are not.

It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.

Home is where one starts from.

At the still point, there the dance is.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.