Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.

A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world.

Why should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn’t like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.

The most powerful weapon is hope.

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act.