It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.

The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.

As a general rule, a reputation is built on manner as much as on achievement.

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.

I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.