If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin around.

You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different.

He said that those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

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

They lay listening. 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. What if it doesn't fire? It has to fire. What if it doesn't fire? Could you crush that beloved skull with a rock? Is there such a being within you of which you know nothing? Can there be? Hold him in your arms. Just so. The soul is quick. Pull him toward you. Kiss him. Quickly.

Whatever exists, he said. Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. He looked about at the dark forest in which they were bivouacked. He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing. Only nature can enslave man and only when the existence of each last entity is routed out and made to stand naked before him will he be properly suzerain of the earth.

Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.