If you live with death threats, you need friends. So you have to risk that they might spy on you.

To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.

When we don't speak, said Edgar, we become unbearable, and when we do, we make fools of ourselves.

Only the demented would not have raised their hands in the great hall. They had exchanged fear for insanity".

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

Writing itself does not know what it looks like while one is doing it, only when it's finished.

Suffering doesn't improve human beings, does it?