The gods you do not pay are the ones that can curse you best.
A mystery caught in the hand could lose its grace.
Oh$$$ that river of wishes$$$ the slippery crocodile dream of it$$$ how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.
Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.
How pointless life could be$$$ what a foolish business of inventing things to love$$$ just so you could dread losing them.
It's frightening when things you love appear suddenly changed from what you have always known.
She kept swimming out into life because she hadn't yet found a rock to stand on.
The dirtiest book of all is the expurgated book.
Like all sweet dreams$$$ it will be brief$$$ but brevity makes sweetness$$$ doesn't it?
Life is too important to be taken seriously.