Danger's over, Banana Breakfast is saved.

It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

Liebig himself seems to have occupied the role of a gate, or sorting-demon, such as his younger contemporary Clerk Maxwell once proposed, helping to concentrate energy into one favored room of the Creation at the expense of everything else.

For a moment she'd wondered if the seal around her sockets were tight enough to allow the tears simply to go on and fill up the entire lens space and never dry. She could carry the sadness of the moment with her that way forever, see the world refracted through those tears, those specific tears, as if indices as yet unfound varied in important ways from cry to cry.