...The plural of elf is elves! What a language! What a world!

...we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?" "Of course I am." "Why?" "Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.

She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.

To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.

When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouthand lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past.

Let come the forces of night! We will stand!" "We will get the hell out of here is what we will do, " I muttered.

Every system has it's own fall.

Pantheism, n. The doctrine that everything is God, in contradistinction to the doctrine that God is everything.

Crimes are more effectually prevented by the certainty than the severity of punishment

there is art and there is official art, there always has been and there always will be.

An idea is a method of evading, circumventing or surmounting through reflection, obstacles that otherwise would have to be attacked by brute force.

Mercy, mercy me, things ain't what they used to be.

Even now, and you can look at me, am I a savage person? My conscience is clear.

Happiness is not bought by money, but it can buy circumstances and conditions that improve the chances of a worldly kind of happiness.

In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or today.