From The Fallen Tree Everybody Makes Firewood.

Listen. To Live Is To Be Marked. To Live Is To Change, To Acquire The Words Of A Story, And That Is The Only Celebration We Mortals Really Know. In Perfect Stillness, Frankly, I've Only Found Sorrow.

A Meaningless Phrase Repeated Again And Again Begins To Resemble Truth.

You Can't Really Know The Person Standing Before You, Because Always There Is Some Missing Piece

Nine-tenths Of Human Law Is About Possession.

This Is What It Means To Be Alone: Everyone Is Connected To Everyone Else, Their Bodies Are A Bright Liquid Life Flowing Around You, Sharing A Single Heart That Drives Them To Move All Together. If The Shark Comes They Will All Escape, And Leave You To Be Eaten.