Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.

You are so vulnerably haunting. Your eeriness is terrifyingly irresistible.

You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself.

Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

The decisive moment in human evolution is perpetual. That is why the revolutionary spiritual movements that declare all former things worthless are in the right, for nothing has yet happened.

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.