There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.

I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

It'll be a change, " says Marcus. "Something different.""Not a mystery."Marcus laughs. "No. Not a mystery. Just a nice safe history."Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing.

...home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children. But whether tomorrow or years from now, I cannot guess.

Poisons are more my thing

I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark.

As if I hadn't spent a lifetime pretending to forget.

Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing [as a nice safe history].

And I knew then that there would be no telling me what he saw. I understand somehow that certain images, certain sounds, could not be shared and could not be lost.

Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.

You can still live in the realities of your positive desires.

Power is so characteristically calm, that calmness in itself has the aspect of strength.

Howdy. I'm gonna separate your head from your shoulders. Hope you don't mind none.

You can have rules at home that are different from the rest of the world's as long as you're not hurting anyone.

You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

So easy, when you know how.

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I’m thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven’t got any eyebrows?

Wildlife is decreasing in the jungles, but it is increasing in the towns.

Maybe the target nowadays is not to discover what we are but to refuse what we are.

If we could share this world below, If we could learn to love... If we could share this world below, We'd need no world above.