Genius disregards the boundaries of propriety. Genius is permitted to shout if shouting is productive.

Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.

His mind reeled. Now, empowered to ask questions of utmost rudeness-and promised answers-he could, conceivably (though it was almost unimaginable), ask someone, some adult, his father perhaps: "Do you lie?" But he would have no way of knowing if the answer he received was true.

What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?

I see all of them. All the colors.

I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.

Genius disregards the boundaries of propriety. Genius is permitted to shout if shouting is productive.