Quotes by Dominic Smith

The forger was too exacting, too superficial. Only the real artist has the false beginning.

But everything is how it should be. Hows that for wisdom?

There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.

Were conduits for the universes desire to think about itself.

Old age is having the name of a chiropractor in your wallet. Its cutting out coupons for the zeal of discounted small items and the practice of fine motor skills.