We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr. Tagomi thought, perhaps that too is good. Or can be made good. One must still try to find the Way.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

I want to write about people I love, and put them into a fictional world spun out of my own mind, not the world we actually have, because the world we actually have does not meet my standards.

In a sense, the better you adapt to school the less your chances are of later adapting to the actual world. So I figure, the worse you adapt to school, the better you will be able to handle reality when you finally manage to get loose at last from school, if that ever happens. But I guess I have what in the military they call a 'poor attitude,' which means 'shape up or ship out.' I always elected to ship out.

The church of my choice is the free, open world.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.