The sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.

Seduction... was both a science and art - a blend of skill, discipline, proximity, and opportunity. Mostly proximity.

The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.

How could anyone stay sane with entire lifetimes stored in one human mind?

I despair at the rise of modern violence. I truly give in to despair at times, that deep, futureless pit of despair.... I watch the American slaughterhouse, the casual attacks on popes, presidents, and uncounted others, and I wonder if there are many more out there with the Ability or if butchery has simply become the modern way of life.

The Great Change is when humankind accepts its role as part of the natural order of the universe instead of its role as a cancer