Maybe when you meet the people you are supposed to meet you know it, without knowing it.

There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.

A moral choice in its basic terms appears to be a choice that favors survival: a choice made in favor of life.

Having one king, one god, one belief, they can act single-mindedly.

In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves; it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by the sunlight.

Art, like sex, cannot be carried on indefinitely solo; after all, they have the same enemy, sterility.

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