"Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub."

"Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction - you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart."

"As we did without clergy, let us do without soldiers. The joy built upon successful slaughter is not the right kind of joy; it will not do; it is fearful and it is trivial."

"But the human being likes to be challenged, seeks freedom in adversity."

"What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one musn't make a virtue of it, or a profession...Insofar as I love life, I love [my country], but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope."

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

"In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have changed a little... But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed."

"The law of evolution is that the strongest survives!' 'Yes, and the strongest, in the existence of any social species, are those who are most social. In human terms, most ethical...There is no strength to be gained from hurting one another. Only weakness."

"Heaven and earthbegin in the unnamed:name's the motherof the ten thousand things."

"Imagination grows by exercise and contrary to common belief is more powerful in the mature than in the young."

"You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them."

"We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains."

"Oh, Hank," Susan whispered, "their wings are furry.""Oh, James," Harriet whispered, "their hands are kind."

"As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star."

"Can you walk the road your dream goes?Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to.Who is not...."

"Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic."