There is no lostness like that which comes to a man when a perfect and certain pattern has dissolved about him.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.

Why do men like me want sons? he wondered. It must be because they hope in their poor beaten souls that these new men, who are their blood, will do the things they were not strong enough nor wise enough nor brave enough to do. It is rather like another chance at life; like a new bag of coins at a table of luck after your fortune is gone.

Like most modern people, I don't believe in prophecy or magic and then spend half my time practicing it.

There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good.

Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.

I think bullfights are for men who aren't very brave and wish they were.