In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.

Great self-destruction follows upon unfounded fear.

She obeys me, but only because she wants to. It's the only justification for obedience, Ged observed.

There's a great fear of the imagination. It's a dangerous thing. It's out of control, it's subversive.

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

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.

When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.