Shall I add a man to my collection?

...that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.

Peace, tremulous, unexpected, sent a taproot out of nowhere into Morgan's heart.

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.

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

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.

Men see what they are most afraid of.