Surely our job while we're here on Earth is to learn about the world, not to create parallel universes.

A child of repeated infinity.

Parallel lines meet at infinity. Looking back from said point, do parallel lines ever not meet?

Imagination is the parallel universe of a writer. If he is not responding to you in this world, he is probably responding to someone in the imaginary world.

The silence between us was profound. I thought it was his job to say something. Only now do I understand it was mine.

One of the darkest evils of our world is surely the unteachable wildness of the Good.