At Birkin Grif's left, his seat insecure on a scruffy packhorse, Theomeris Glyn, his only armour a steel-stressed leather cap, grumbled at the cold and the earliness of the hour, and cursed the flint hearts of city girls.

Manufacture dooms in your head and you will go mad. Reality is incontravertible. Also, it will not be anticipated.

Perception of a state is not the state.

Writings like gambling. Unpredictable and sporadic successes make you more addicted, not less.

Identity is not negotiable. An identity you have achieved by agreement is always a prison.

I think it's undignified to read for the purposes of escape. After you grow up, you should start reading for other purposes

Happiness and beauty are the worst things you can have in a life, because you never forget them. They go on and on ambushing you, presumably until you die.