I cannot choose to ignore this feeling, of life slowly bleeding out of me. I cannot ignore the fact that life only makes sense to me when I see a smile, or feel another hand in mine.

Unable to attribute misfortune to chance, unable to accept their ultimate insignificance within the greater scheme, the people looked for monsters in their midst.

Are you saying a society wracked by plague is preferable to one wracked by indifference?

A society that fears knowledge is a society that fears itself.

I try not to be surprised. Surprise is the public face of a mind that has been closed.

Which came first, the mind or the idea of the mind? Have you never wondered? They arrived together. The mind is an idea.

The mind is not a machine, it is an idea. And the Idea resists all attempts to control it.