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

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills.

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

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Sometimes the Nonman would climb upon some wild pulpit, the mossed remains of a fallen tree, the humped back of a boulder, and paint wonders with his dark voice. Wonders and horrors both.

Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billions who disagree with them, have somehow lucked into the one true belief system.