None Of Us Suddenly Becomes Something Overnight.

The Race Of Children Possesses Magically Sagacious Powers.

Some Things Arrive In Their Own Mysterious Hour, On Their Own Terms And Not Yours, To Be Seized Or Relinquished Forever.

The Best Antidote I Have Found Is To Yearn For Something. As Long As You Yearn, You Can't Congeal: There Is A Forward Motion To Yearning.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. One Kind, You Can Just Tell By Looking At Them At What Point They Congealed Into Their Final Selves. It Might Be A Very Nice Self, But You Know You Can Expect No More Surprises From It. Whereas, The Other Kind Keep Moving, Changing... They Are Fluid. They Keep Moving Forward And Making New Trysts With Life, And The Motion Of It Keeps Them Young. In My Opinion, They Are The Only People Who Are Still Alive. You Must Be Constantly On Your Guard Against Congealing.

If There Is Such A Thing As Sin In This World, I Think It Must Be Shutting Oneself Up Against Hope.