Who could be like him? Who could ever be like you? Each of us has his path. They run close together sometimes—for life, if we are fortunate—but they never cross.

Around them, sky and air wove the ancient song of the meeting place of earth and sea—wave-rush on the shore, gulls mewing and sobbing. No more bells, except a last dying peal from Fara.

I have things in my head that are not like what anyone taught me — shapes and ideas so near to me, so natural to my way of being and thinking.

Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded toward the far end.

I am living out my adolescent dream of travel and adventure.

Despair, in short, seeks its own environment as surely as water finds its own level.

People talk about how you make team spirit - is it golf days or going out drinking together? That doesn't count. When you drink, you just tell lies to each other anyway and talk rubbish.

The data that can bear on the confirmation of perceptual hypotheses includes, in the general case, considerably less than the organism may know.

I need something bigger than myself. And the only thing that can be would be a child. Someone who would help me live even more selflessly.

Let the stoics say what they please, we do not eat for the good of living, but because the meat is savory and the appetite is keen.

And what exactly is a dream and what exactly is a joke?

So that every Crime is a sinne; but not every sinne a Crime.