Fate’s book, but my italics.

We turn from the light to see.

We could easily have evolved eyelids thick enough to keep out the light, but we still need to see the shadows fall across them. We’re not yet safe.

Mediocre art is far worse than bad art. Bad art does not waste our time.

Poetry, unlike music, is a meta-art, and relies upon non-physical structures for the production of its effects. In its case, the medium is syntax, grammar and logical continuity, which together form the carrier-wave of plain sense within which its deeper meanings are broadcast.

No fury more righteous than that of a sinner accused of the wrong sin.

Falling and flying are near identical sensations, in all but one final detail.

Anything that elicits an immediate nod of recognition has only reconfirmed a prejudice.

After a long period of reflection, he decided that he was in fact right yet again.

The aphorism is already a shadow of itself.