Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else.

A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.

My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.

Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept.

You can't call your life your own: and in return you have safety, if it's worth having at the price you pay.

You know how you let yourself think that everything will be alright if you can only go to certain place or do a certain thing. But when you get there you find it's not that simple.

Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.

[One} who does not know when a gift has made him safe is poorer than a slug, even though he may think otherwise himself.

You're trying to eat grass that isn't there. Why don't you give it a chance to grow?

Stubbs may have envisaged the skeleton inside the horse, but most of us do not

Informed decision-making comes from a long tradition of guessing and then blaming others for inadequate results.

Dogs got personality. Personality goes a long way.

It is not materialism that is the chief curse of the world, as pastors teach, but idealism. Men get into trouble by taking their visions and hallucinations too seriously.

Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.

I don't like the sound of all the lists he's making.

If your social consciousness seems stuck in 1975, 2014 is gonna be a rough ride.

Passion and prejudice govern the world; only under the name of reason.

Art that serves an artist best is an experiment in expanding awareness.

It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time.

O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!