The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.

We like to think we live in daylight, but half the world is always dark, and fantasy, like poetry, speaks the language of the night.

As great scientists have said and as all children know, it is above all by the imagination that we achieve perception, and compassion, and hope.

The great authors share their souls with us- "literally.

George, it's impossible to correct a defective reality-orientation overnight.

We have been civilized for a thousand millennia. We have histories of hundreds of those millennia. We have tried everything. Anarchism, in all its forms, with the rest. But I have not tried it. They say there is nothing new under any sun. But if each life is not new, each single life, then why are we born?

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