Clever, but schoolteacher beat him anyway to show him that definitions belonged to the definers - not the defined.

A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough. No record of it needs to be kept and you don't need someone to share it with or tell it to. When that happens — that letting go — you let go because you can.

And they beat. The women for having known them and no more, no more; the children for having been them but never again. They killed a boss so often and so completely they had to bring him back to life to pulp him one more time. Tasting hot mealcake among pine trees, they beat it away. Singing love songs to Mr. Death, they smashed his head. More than the rest, they killed the flirt whom folks called Life for leading them on.

Passion is never enough; neither is skill.

A dream is just a nightmare with lipstick.

If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.