Life goes on, even if two-headed and glowing faintly in the dark.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

You cannot blame everything on the enemy.

It is a real wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

Anyhow they’re always exceptions. But most women, their only relationship to a man is having. Either owning or being owned.