I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

Phoebe Marks was a person who never lost her individuality. Silent and self-contained, she seemed to hold herself within herself, and take no colour from the outer world.

A self needed to spill out sometimes, a body should show evidence of what the hell went on inside it.

This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness.

There is something about the presence of a cat...that seems to take the bite out of being alone.