"Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat tunes for bears to dance to when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity."
— Gustav Flaubert

"We are here to witness the creation and to abet it."
— Annie Dillard (Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters)

"What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color."
— Annie Dillard

"You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have"
— José Saramago

"The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes."
— Louise Erdrich (The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse)