Ravens bring things to people. We're like that. It's our nature. We don't like it. - Peter S. Beagle

I'll tell you something. Once I was very fond of a poem by Emily Dickinson or somebody. I only remember one line of it, but it goes, 'The soul selects her own society.' I used to tell it to everybody. Once I quoted it to a friend of mine, and he said, 'Maybe, but the body gets thrown into bed with the goddamnedest people.

Love is not an excuse for bad taste.

she is a story with no ending, happy or sad. She can never belong to anything mortal enough to want her.” Most