If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

You can tell if someone really loves Books by the way they look at them, how they open and close them, how they turn the pages.

If something is not a "hell, YEAH!", then it's a "no!

It is one thing to be gifted and quite another thing to be worthy of one's own gift.

You're girls!' he shouted as if the fact had totally eluded him until then.

Meditation is like taking a shower. You are going to wash all the dirt off that you have picked up since your last shower and be clean.

I never thought I was wasted, but I probably was.

I made a list of things I have to remember and a list of things I want to forget, but I see they are the same list.

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

If you withdraw into yourself, you run the risk of becoming egocentric. And stagnant water becomes putrid.

I found myself at a time in my career trying to impress everyone. I was constantly thinking about what everyone thought of my music.