Monsters exist because they are part of the divine plan, and in the horrible features of those same monsters the power of the creator is revealed.

When one starts writing a book, especially a novel, even the humblest person in the world hopes to become Homer.

Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message.

All poets write bad poetry. Bad poets publish them, good poets burn them.

Naturally, everything depends on one's background books and on what one is looking for.

The Void is not being, but not being cannot be, ergo the Void cannot be. The reasoning was sound, because it denied the Void while granting that it could be conceived. In fact, we can quite easily conceive things that do not exist. Can a chimera, buzzing in the Void, devour second intentions? No, because chimeras do not exist, in the Void no buzzing can be heard, and intentions are mental things - an intended pear does not nourish us. And yet I can think of a chimera even if it is chimerical, namely, if it is not. And the same with the Void.

The thought that all experience will be lost at the moment of my death makes me feel pain and fear... What a waste, decades spent building up experience, only to throw it all away... We remedy this sadness by working. For example, by writing, painting, or building cities.