It was dark now, and broodingly sluggish. Like something supine waiting to spring, with just the tip of its tail twitching. Leaves stood still on the trees. An evil green star glinted in the black sky like a hostile eye, like an evil spying eye.("For The Rest Of Her Life")

An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star!

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

White stars don't mix with the dark blackness of the universe. If they did... everything would be grey

The next time that you find yourself surrounded by darkness, I hope that you will consider that you need not necessarily look to the night skies in search of a guiding star to offer hope. You don__ essentially have to depend on a shooting star as a prospect or token that you__e now able to make a wish that may actually stand a chance of coming to pass.

The purpose of life is the expansion of happiness.