He Felt For A Moment Uncreated. Another

The Person We Know At First, She Thinks, Is Not The One We Know At Last.

He Didn't Like It All That Much When He First Came - All The Rubbish And The Rush - But It Was Growing On Him, It Wasn't Half Bad. Coming To The City Was Like Entering A Tunnel, He Said, And Finding To Your Surprise That The Light At The End Didn't Matter; Sometimes In Fact The Tunnel Made The Light Tolerable.

A Book Is Completed Only When It Is Finished By A Reader.

The World Spins. We Stumble On. It Is Enough.

The Stars Looked Like Nail Heads In The Sky--pull A Few Of Them Out And The Darkness Would Fall.