If you need to visualize the soul, think of it as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of information. It's a program, a piece of hyperspatial software designed explicitly to interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery, mind you - the Mystery. The one that can never be solved.

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?

This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history's tragic glitter

When life demands more of people than they demand of life - as is ordinarily the case - what results is a resentment of life almost as deep-seated as the fear of death

We use so much bad language that it forms a barrier between ourselves and the truth.

Our world isn't made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language.

People aren't trees, so it is false when they speak of roots.