How long is a girl a child? She is a child, and then one morning you wake up she's a woman, and a dozen different people of whom you recognize none.

You can't fight the desert... you have to ride with it.

Knowledge is awareness, and to it there are many paths, not all of them paved with logic.

Hate would destroy him who hated.

Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is led by something felt on the wind, something seen in the stars, something that calls from the wasteland to the spirit.

You have to turn the faucet on before the water starts to flow.

I wonder why it is the man who pleads for mercy never gives it.