“I dig and plough at your command,' I replied, 'but you will not tell me how to shit.”

“Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the world appears fruitful and sweet, yet in it is nothing but a pile of skulls, showing where other...”

“I mean that repeated offences, even when they secure forgiveness, drive out love. And from that I came to say that one may compel obedience but never love.”

“Whatever makes a man a beast also renders him pitiable. But it behoves us to be wary of these bestial men despite our compassion, for they frequently turn on their friends.”

“How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I seemed never to have learnt the lesson.”

“Violent love eats up what it does love, and it is mere appetite. I scribbled on the bottom of this before sending it back: I would sooner cut my own flesh than do you a hurt. You should not have tr...”

“Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved...”

“It is the ant, not the lion, which the elephant fears.”

“Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someon...”

“This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.”

“The world has been blind in the presence of artificial lights.They blame about the darkness in broad daylight.”

“WHO AM I?I have seven heavenly panelsLeading up to a pointed sphereIm multidimensional like a crystalAnd my center is never clear.Im an inventor and pioneer.A mentor to my peers.But I'm not as soun...”

“We scarified a mosquito. I bet that's what did it. It was probably a virgin too.”

“God, how we get our fingers in each other's clay. That's friendship, each playing the potter to see what shapes we can make of each other.”

“I have come to see this fear, this sense of my own imperilment by my creations, as not only an inevitable, necessary part of writing fiction but as virtual guarantor, insofar as such a thing is pos...”