Maybe when people longed for a thing that bad the longing made them trust in anything that might give it to them.

People, unless they are nilly-willy or very sick, cannot be taken into the hands and be changed overnight into somthing more worth-while and profitable.

The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.

I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.

Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.

The theme is the theme of humiliation, which is the square root of sin, as opposed to the freedom from humiliation, and love, which is the square root of wonderful.

There was hope in him, and soon perhaps the outline of his journey would take form.