What you select from, in order to tell your story, is nothing less than everything. What you build up your world from, your local, intelligible rational, coherent world, is nothing less than everything. . . . . All human knowledge is local. Every life, each human life is local, is arbitrary, the infinitesimal momentary glitter of a reflection.

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

Do you know how to read?" "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one," he said.

I've got some gift for languages. You follow your gift. But Latin's not easy.

Sure, it's simple, writing for kids... Just as simple as bringing them up.

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

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.