There's a good deal in common between the mind's eye and the TV screen, and though the TV set has all too often been the boobtube, it could be, it can be, the box of dreams.

At the pit's bottom is no anger.

The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards.

At this point, realism is perhaps the least adequate means of understanding or portraying the incredible realities of our existence.

Virginity is now a mere preamble or waiting room to be got out of as soon as possible; it is without significance.

But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.

There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.