The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.

There is nothing that you can do to me that my own craziness doesn't do to me smarter and faster and better.

She now knew that the death she feared might not be a physical one, that it could be death of the will, the soul, the mind, the laws, and thus not death, but a perpetual dying.

The hidden strength is too deep a secret. But in the end...in the end it is our only ally.

Sometimes the world is so much sicker than the inmates of its institutions.

The horror of the Pit lay in the emergence from it, with the return of her will, her caring, and her feeling of the need for meaning before the return of the meaning itself".

The woman was sane; she accepted the heavy penalties of reality and enjoyed its gifts also.