When politics and religion are intermingled, a people is suffused with a sense of invulnerability, and gathering speed in their forward charge, they fail to see the cliff ahead of them

I hear the wind blowing across the desert and I see the moons of a winter night rising like great ships in the void. To them I make my vow: I will be resolute and make an art of government; I will balance my inherited past and become a perfect storehouse of my relic memories. And I will be known for kindliness more than for knowledge. My face will shine down the corridors of time for as long as humans exist.

She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.

No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero.

Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and has powers of reality.

The thing the ecologically illiterate don't realize about an ecosystem is that it's a system. A system! A system maintains a certain fluid stability that can be destroyed by a misstep in just one niche.

You see, gentlemen, they have something to die for. They've discovered they're a people. They're awakening.