Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible.

If soot stains your tunic, dye it black. This is vengeance.

Saying 'I could have done more,' Zin, is what marks a man as a man and not a God.

The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds.

He had despised the sorcerer, thinking him one of those mewling souls who forever groaned beneath burdens of their own manufacture.

The world is only as deep as we can see. This is why fools think themselves profound. This is why terror is the passion of revelation.