Like all walls it was ambiguous, two faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side you were on.

Like all walls it was ambiguous, two faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side you were on.
Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren't real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.
I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.
The machine conceals the machinations.
As a man's real power grows and his knowledge widens, ever the way he can follow grows narrower: until at last he chooses nothing,but does only and wholly what he must do...
Yes. There's really only one question that can be answered, Genry, and we already know the answer....The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
To exchange all the goodness and grace of every life in Omelas for that single, small improvement: to throw away the happiness of thousands for the chance of the happiness of one: that would be to let guilt within the walls indeed.
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
She'll die.'
'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.
The direction of escape is toward freedom. So what is 'escapism' an accusation of?
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
She'll die.'
'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
To see a candle's light one must take it into a dark place.
The thing about working with time, instead of against it, he thought, is that it is not wasted. Even pain counts.
I use a whole lot of half-assed semicolons; there was one of them just now; that was a semicolon after 'semicolons,' and another one after 'now.
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
No man, no power, can bind the action of wizardry or still the words of power. For they are the very words of Making, and one who could silence them could unmake the world.