The people on the edge of Hell were most afraid of the devil; for those already in hell the devil was only another and no one in particular.

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

I'm sorry I'm young," Deborah answered with a bitterness that was half prose. "We have a right to be as crazy as anyone else." The second part was more a plea, and to her surprise the superbly inhuman fighter smiled softly and said, "Yes ... I suppose that's true, though I never thought of it in those terms before.

The rose-garden world of perfection is a lie and a bore too!

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

...to experience the reality was to suffer a boredom as endless as the illness itself...the boredom of insanity was a great desert, so great that anyone's violence or agony seemed an oasis, and the brief companionship seemed like a rain in the desert that was numbered and counted and remembered long after it was gone.

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