Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.

I'd like to see you move up to the goat class, where I think you belong.

Many men talk like philosophers and live like fools.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind

Are we to assist it in gaining power in order to save our lives? Is that the paradox of our earthly situation?

Reality is just a point of view.