I...asked why purebloods despised me so. He replied, 'What if the difference between social strata stem not from genomics or inherent xcellence or even dollars, but merely differences in knowledge? Would this not mean the whole Pyramid is built on shifting sands?... fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' consciences; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding up the mirror

The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.

Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

...there ain't no journey what don't change you some.

Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?