“Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Was that what it was all about? To know everything—the ultimate quest of the philosopher, to comprehend the universe from the highest… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream,… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“I knew your plan before you made it,” Eldora proclaimed, tossing her Wert from hand to hand… “You are somewhat of a mystery, one… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“No, I do not believe in fate, that some spirits of the heavens weave the laws of the world to make it so. That… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“The velvet tapestry of the night curved from horizon to horizon, flecked with thousands of tiny stars. There seemed all the more of them,… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. “You are old, Father.” “Not as old as I shall be, before I have… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we must leave our true homes for something greater to come.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“There is a present because it works with my theories. If you find a better one than mine, then I may reconsider, but for… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Remember, when truth gazes at you from her tallest zenith, why, it never really is the truth, is it? What is, is not, and… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Although one may direct the future or past through the onerous linkages of temporal cause and effect, riding the breaking waves of the present… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“Was that what it was all about? To know everything—the ultimate quest of the philosopher, to comprehend the universe from the highest heaven down… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream, hearkening to… — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
“You seem to be in a state of such absolute contradiction that I would not be surprised if your face tore in half.” — Mary-Jean Harris Copy Share Image
