When there are no consequences, being wrong is simply a diversion.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

I’ll wait for you. Come back. The words were not meaningless, but they didn’t touch him now. It was clear enough - one person waiting for another was like an arithmetical sum, and just as empty of emotion. Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Waiting was a heavy word.

And now she was back in the world, not one she could make, but the one that had made her, and she felt herself shrinking under the early evening sky. She was weary of being outdoors, but she was not ready to go in. Was that really all there was in life, indoors or out? Wasn't there somewhere else for people to go?

The moment you lose curiosity in the world, you might as well be dead.

No emergency was ever dealt with effectively by democratic process.