I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

The thing is - fear can't hurt you any more than a dream.

You'll get back to where you came from.

Utopias are presented for our inspection as a critique of the human state. If they are to be treated as anything but trivial exercises of the imagination. I suggest there is a simple test we can apply. We must forget the whole paraphernalia of social description, demonstration, expostulation, approbation, condemnation. We have to say to ourselves, How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.