Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen?' 'Forging machines to challenge the darkness.' 'And the Wise, who made the world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.

Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.

Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.

None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.

The world is a chessboard, Madam, on which we play out our ploys and follies. You are the Queen, of course. Your moves are the strongest. For myself, I claim only to be a knight, advancing in a crooked progress. Do we move ourselves, do you think, or does a great gloved hand place on our squares

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.