And out the bus window, here is my dead world come true, my whole dead world in motion.

No matter how far I try to travel from people, people always appear. Either they follow me, or they're already there, and I followed them, unwittingly.

In the face of immense tragedy—yet again—unexpected beauty.

How easy to be electrocuted. How fine the line between beauty and peril.

I love that an idea can be so powerful it doesn't matter whether I've seen the artwork for real or not.

Now I wonder if each artwork is in fact utterly inaccessible to everybody but the person to whom it is secretly addressed?

Art, and sadness, which last forever.

Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures who die without being found by a human still die.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

I decided that if I didn't allow myself to fall asleep, then I wouldn't have to wake up again and despair.

My mother says: 'People who suffer from anxiety are usually those with the most vivid imaginations.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

Language makes us human

For the folk-community does not exist on the fictitious value of money but on the results of productive labour, which is what gives money its value.

Our job with our digestion is to absorb nutrients and eliminate waste, and to not dwell on the waste - which is my issue with some of the pop American psychology masquerading as Yoga, by the way.

It's important to be honest with and respectful of each other and deal with issues as they arrive, as opposed to letting them simmer.

It’s vital that you accept yourself and learn to be happy with who God made you to be. If you want to truly enjoy your life, you must be at peace with yourself.

Feminism is the best thing to come out of the '60's.

I fight because it allows me to face my fears head on, and conquer those fears one by one.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

O tiger's heart wrapped in a woman's hide!