That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.

The short story form allows evocation, suggestion, implication. Its potency often lies in what it does not say.

The deepest wounds aren't the ones we get from other people hurting us. They are the wounds we give ourselves when we hurt other people.

Maruman does not loll.

The worst predijudice is unknowing. We think we treat others as equals, but, in our deepest heart, we regard ourselves as superior. In part, this is because we are, in ways, powerful. But that does not make the race of humans (funanga) better than that of the dog or equine.

Sometimes I am afraid for people like you who have to know things. Your kind will dig and hunt and worry at it until one day you will find what is hidden, waiting for you.

Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.