What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.

The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel. The rabbit shrieks dying in the green meadows. The mountains clench their great hands full of hidden fire. There are sharks in the sea, and there is cruelty in men's eyes.

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

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.

Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby.

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

To make a thief, make an owner; to create crime, create laws.