Gods are but greater demons, the Cishaurim said, hungers across the surface of eternity, wanting only to taste the clarity of our souls. Can you not see this?

There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated.

Any fool can see the limits of seeing, but not even the wisest know the limits of knowing. Thus is ignorance rendered invisible, and are all Men made fools.

Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?

Faith is the truth of passion. Since no passion is more true than another, faith is the truth of nothing.

Though all men be equally frail before the world, the differences between them are terrifying.

Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

To indulge it is to breed it. To punish it is to feed it. Madness knows no bridle but the knife.

History. Language. Passion. Custom. All these things determine what men say, think, and do. These are the hidden puppet-strings from which all men hang.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

We chase wild dreams and long for all that eludes us, when the greatest joys are within our grasp, if we can only recognize them.

We can only afford two children' is a squalid argument, but more acceptable in our society than 'we don't like children'.

Talent is being unabashedly and unapologetically fearless in the work that you do. The only difference between having talent and not having talent is fear.

Not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point which means at the point of highest reality.

Maybe in the 90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the 80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that's going on right now in a big way.

Sadness isn't a natural response.

Whenever we meet anyone, our first, almost unconscious reaction may be to look for imperfections.

I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don't tailgate: body in trunk.

The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.

The conservative movement today is so fractured that I think you'd have a tough time actually defining it and pointing to it.