The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

Fantasy is not antirational, but pararational; not realistic but surrealistic, a heightening of reality. In Freud's terminology, it employs primary not secondary process thinking. It employs archetypes which, as Jung warned us, are dangerous things. Fantasy is nearer to poetry, to mysticism, and to insanity than naturalistic fiction is. It is a wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.

A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.

Without war there are no heroes. What harm would that be? Oh, Lavinia, what a woman's question that is.

If a book told you something when you were fifteen, it will tell you it again when you're fifty, though you may understand it so differently that it seems you're reading a whole new book.

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

The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.