Gods always behave like the people who make them.

Lack of power and opportunity passes off too often for virtue.

It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.

It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.

Everybody is two beings: one lives and flourishes in the daylight and stands guard. The other being walks and howls at night.