Money. You don't know where it's been, but you put it where your mouth is. And it talks.

How many voices have escaped you until now, the venting furnace, the floorboards underfoot, the steady accusations of the clock numbering the minutes no one wi…

The music that of common speech but slanted so that each detail sounds unexpected as a sharp inserted in a simple scale.

Twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush, scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly to find an unexpected waterfall, not half a mile from the nearest road…

How much of our lives could we buy back if we cherished our lives instead of our trinkets?

Life is worth much more than silver and gold.

The measure of woman's distaste for any part of her life lies not in the loudness of her lamentations (these are only an attempt to buy a martyr's crown at a r…