* For me, never having had to swing a pick at a wall of rock or anything else, the original lure of thinking was only in part as a tool for problem-solving. The main thing was that it beat the alternatives — panic, for example, and terror. ~ Living with a Wild God: A Nonbeliever’s Search for the Truth about Everything by Barbara Ehrenreich.
* Into the Twilight
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right.
Laugh, heart, again, in the gray twilight;
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of morn.
Thy mother Eire is always young.
Dew ever shining and twilight gray,
Though hope fall from thee or love decay,
Burning in fires of slanderous tongue.
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill.
For there the mystical brotherhood
of hollow wood and the hilly wood
And the changing moon work out their will.
And God stands winding his lonely horn;
And Time and World are ever in flight,
And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
And hope is less than the dew of the morn.
*No point getting upset in the air,” said Phryne. “Very unforgiving element. No use changing your mind about it, either. Once you’re up, you’re up, so to speak.” ~ Cocaine Blues: Phryne Fisher #1 by Kerry Greenwood
* But magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.
~ Equal Rites by Terry Prachett