One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.

Did you ever think, Clarice, why the Philistines don't understand you? It's because you are the answer to Samson's riddle. You are the honey in the lion.

Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

The worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.

Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth.It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.

Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.