The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words.

We have inhabited both the actual and the imaginary realms for a long time. But we don't live in either place the way our parents or ancestors did. Enchantment alters with age, and with the age. We know a dozen Arthurs now, all of them true. The Shire changed irrevocably even in Bilbo's lifetime. Don Quixote went riding out to Argentina and met Jorge Luis Borges there. Plus c'est la même chose, plus ça change.

A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.

To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.

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