A Spider Brings Good Luck Before Midnight

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

People Reveal So Much Of Their Mental Processes Online, Simply Because The Psychological Effect Of Anonymity Just Means That A Whole Raft Of Inhibitions Are Left Alone When People Log On.

Drunkeness, She Told Us In A Rare Moment Of Confidence, Is A Sin Against The Fruit, The Tree, The Wine Itself. Wine, Distilled And Nurtured From Bud Into Fruit; It Deserves Reverance. Joy. Gentleness. (page 194.)

Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult For A Modern Reader To Get Their Head Around.