Self-love is neither fantasy nor vulgar joke. The totality of the “I,” the inbuilt survival and… — Tanith Lee

Nothing can be learned without some measure of risk, and, more vital still, of patience.

In our place, we can hardly go backward, but neither should we ignore the nakedness of humanity before the huge-wheeled vehicle of progress. We have too much to give, and far too much to learn, to throw ourselves away.

In the partial silence, the ocean asserted itself, waves hurled loudly against rock, slithering back with smashed spines, then, healed by immersion, hurled forward again.