The individual cannot bargain with the State. The State recognizes no coinage but power: and it issues the coins itself.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

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.

You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.

A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere.

Where does your soul go, when you die in Hell?

Nothing said in words ever came out quite even. Things in words got twisted and ran together, instead of staying straight and fitting together.

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.

There is no break in the wholeness of time.

They argued because they liked argument, liked the swift run of the unfettered mind along the paths of possibility, liked to question what was not questioned.

He loved Shevek, but he could not show him what freedom is, that recognition of each person's solitude which alone transcends it.

Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish.

You get what you want and you become its slave.

Overall is nothing... just nothing... overall = chaos... but looked from little near overall is little chaos by itself by it's own meaning.

Sports have always been a really important part of how I energize myself, as well as how I relax. I spend a lot of my spare time with my family playing tennis, biking and rollerblading.

I have grown used to the fact that public repentance is the most unacceptable option for the modern politician.

He's marked his entrance with an error of some momentum

The best manners are stained by haughtiness.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.

It wasn't a love story." -Tar's dad It was a love story. Me, Gemma, and junk." -Tar

I've got some good saints out there - that's right - that pray for me constantly. You've gotta have that! You do.