i am a trickster who doesn't know solitude
. . . but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.
Memory is a fascinating trickster. Words and images have enormous power and can easily displace actual experience over the years.
Trickster, love will be the end of you.
Nature conceals her secrets because she is sublime, not because she is a trickster.
If there was a trick, there must be a trickster.
Rage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.
Memory is, of course, a trickster.
Revolt in whatever way we want, with the spontaneity of the London rioters, with the certainty and willingness to die of religious fundamentalists or with the twinkling mischief of the trickster. . . Take to the streets, together, with the understanding that the feeling that you aren't being heard or seen or represented isn't psychosis; it's government policy.
