Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?

Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you're afraid of them.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.

Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.