Every violent death represents the climax of one story and an introduction to its sequel.

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.

Blessed are the idiots, for they are happiest people on earth.

Possibility, infinity, beauty - - none of those words were right. {...} What he really wanted to say was: have you felt this? this phantom life streaking like a phosphorescent hound at the edges of...

From a certain height, everyone looks the same - men, women, villains, kings - as if rank and fortune were simply an accident of perspective.

I like the way cats love to be a little inside and a little outside, to satisfy both their domestic side and their wild side, and I also feel wild and domestic. I can stay at home, but only if the...

Perhaps art is an eye problem…

The night seems more temporary than the day, especially to lovers, and it also seems more uncertain. In this way it sums up our lives, which are uncertain and temporary. We forget about that in the...

Our contradictions are never so to ourselves.

Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw...

Many voices argue that it is exclusionary to claim that you have the truth, but as we have seen, that view itself sets up a dichotomy with you as the heroically tolerant and others as villainously or...

Your story does not live in your soul, only in your mind.

Divine Dichotomy holds that it is possible for two apparently contradictory truths to exist simultaneously in the same space. Now on your planet people find this difficult to accept. They like to have...

Rarely did events play out as imagined, in any case. The order of future events was transient. In the same way that the past was reconfigured by selective memory, future events, too, were moving...

It was not how one lived, but how one chose to die.

The colour of the magpie, her father was saying, was symbolic of creation. The void, the mystery of that which had not yet taken form. Black and white, he said. Presence and absence.

The researcher's gaze often found more than he wished to find.

According to our Tang dynasty poet Du Fu, people do not write well when they are happy. If you are content with life, you simply want to enjoy it.

Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give

Just before I doze off, I counsel myself grandiosely: Fuck concepts. Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and...

That was with me for years - feeling I wasn't myself. And I do think I wasn't my real self then. Of course, I'm not sure there is such a thing as a real self. You could ransack your innards looking...

You can go to war with the world, but the world will always win

Stories as written are progressive, sentences must build upon sentence as brick upon brick, yet the beauty of this life in its endless mystery is circular. Sun & moon, spheres endlessly circling....

He was a man who knew there were such things as jokes in the world or people would not write about them, but had never actually been introduced to one or shaken its hand.

A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true

Reason is always apparent to a discerning eye. But luck? It's invisible, erratic, angelic.

afterlife, the space between earth and not - earth, world and not - world, highly polished floors and glass - roof cathedral echoes and the whole anonymous

And what is beauty? Terror.

Death is the mother of beauty.

They understand not only evil, it seemed, but the extravagance of tricks with which evil presents itself as good.