Part of him wanted to weep... but his purpose was rigid within him. He felt he could not bend to gentleness without breaking.

"And you require no answers", Foamfollower was laughing in his gladness, "You are sufficient to every question".

Whatever the explanation, it's perfectly obvious that our educational system has nothing to do with education: it's a babysitting service designed to replicate the worst qualities of the parents.

Where do you get dreams like this?

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

Gradually, the night stumbled as if stunned and wandering aimlessly into an overcast day -- limped through the wilderland of transition as though there were no knowing where the waste of darkness ended and the ashes of light began. The low clouds seemed full of grief -- tense and uneasy with accumulated woe -- and yet affectless, unable to rain, as if the air clenched itself too hard for tears. And through the dawn, Atiaran and Covenant moved heavily, unevenly, like pieces of a broken lament.

Joy is in the ears that hear.