The past and the future were starlight, seemingly so close, but forever out of reach. Eli felt that starlight, the infinity of knowing nothing but his finite existence.

A man without enemies is a dishonest man.

The outside is the only place we can truly be inside the world.

The mountains knew the definition of freedom. They provided a place where he could find his mind.

The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.

There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.

What man does not seek the power of his dreams, and believe in his ability to match the grace of his illusions.

The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.

Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.

As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

God says when. I execute.

People always seem to band together in accordance to a principle that has nothing to do with love, a principle that releases them from personal responsibility. (p. 81)

Striving for peace and preparing for war are incompatible with each other, and in our time more so than ever.

You gotta know what you are, who you are and how you want to be portrayed.

I'm tired of hearing you men say that this and that and the other isn't woman's work. Any work is woman's work that a woman can do well.

Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

We can never, even by the strictest examination, get completely behind the secret springs of action.

If the men of wit and genius would resolve never to complain in their works of critics and detractors, the next age would not know that they ever had any.

It often happens that people come to believe in their own fictions.

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.