He'd half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

The societies to which I have been exposed seemed to me largely machines for the suppression of women.

The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man’s mind can compass, that mind itself being but a fact among others.

Even if what you're working on doesn't go anywhere, it will help you with the next thing you're doing. Make yourself available for something to happen. Give it a shot.

It's not about knowing who you are. It's about thinkin you got there without takin anything with you. Your notions about startin over. or anybody's. You dont start over. That's what it's about. Every step you take is forever. You can't make it go away. None of it.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

But I didn't know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?