And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.