Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense. - Tom Robbins

Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.

A lot of progress was being made there at MIT. Those guys had molecules jumping through hoops like poodles in a circus.

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."