If a man's at odds to know his own mind it's because he hasn't got aught but his mind to know it with.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

Where men can't live gods fare no better.

I'd rather to make a good run as a bad stand.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

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

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.