"It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe.

Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.

A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.

They know that tragedy is not glamorous. They know it doesn't play out in life as it does on a stage or between the pages of a book. It is neither a punishment meted out nor a lesson conferred. Its horrors are not attributable to one single person. Tragedy is ugly and tangled, stupid and confusing.

I really don't even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.

We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of those two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.

Sometimes I feel like we're a knot, too tangled to be taken apart.

I wake up every morning singing 'The Star-Spangled Banner.'

By nature men love newfangledness.

Unfortunately the Republican leadership in the House right now seems to have been strangled by the tea party.

These days you have the option of staying home blogging in your underwear and not having your words mangled. I think I like the direction things are headed.

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.

I don't want to clip on the armour every morning. I've seen some politicians do this and they get a bit mangled and bitter. I just refuse to do that. I refuse to be angry or bitter or complain and I remain open. I may sometimes be a bit too open but I'm not going to change that one bit.

Laws are generally found to be nets of such a texture as the little creep through the great break through and the middle-sized are alone entangled in it.