How can you admire a human who consciously embraces the bland, the mediocre, and the safe rather than risk the suffering that disappointment can bring?
Nobody quite knew what to make of the moon any more.
Our world isn't made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.
There's no point in saving the world if it means losing the moon.
Words on a page can hypnotize you if the rhythm is right
Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have known all along that it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek.