Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.

The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

Wisdom never learned silence, and it is most annoying when least wanted.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.

Research the imagination. It was as obsolete as the appendix in most adults, except for those in whom, like the appendix, it became inflamed for no reason.