Yeats fussed about things falling apart and the center not being able to hold. What really happened was that the center ceased to exist altogether. - John Barnes

The drive to see what’s over the next hill is in part the fear that one may never know, that if one doesn’t go over the hill today, one may never get farther than the village graveyard.

You can’t really win an argument against somebody’s feeling that something is just plain wrong.

Finally I asked, “Um, Tom—are the uh, Alien Artifacts really art, or did you just say that to hassle Mother?”
“They have to be art. Remember the First Law of Anthropology: if they’re doing something you don’t understand, it’s either an isolated lunatic, a religious ritual, or art.”