Oh, never and forever aren't for mortals, love. But we won't be parted till I know it's right that we part.

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

The individual cannot bargain with the State. The State recognizes no coinage but power: and it issues the coins itself.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

Primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war.

I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply?

What's wrong with men?" Tenar inquired cautiously. As cautiously, lowering her voice, Moss replied, "I don't know, my dearie. I've thought on it. Often I've thought on it. The best I can say it is like this. A man's in his skin, see, like a nut in its shell." She held up her long, bent, wet fingers as if holding a walnut. "It's hard and strong, that shell, and it's all full of him. Full of grand man-meat, man-self. And that's all. That's all there is. It's all him and nothing else, inside.