People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.