It is futile to try to make the universe add up. But I guess we must go on anyhow.
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.
Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.
What they do not comprehend is man's helplessness. I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.
In a civil war… every side is wrong. It’s hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.