For the most part, fear is nothing but an illusion. When you share it with someone else, it tends to disappear.
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world.
This country has come to feel the same when Congress is in session as when the baby gets hold of a hammer.
Each individual woman's body demands to be accepted on its own terms.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.