Straight to the utmost crown of night he flew. The nothingness was a nakedness, a point Beyond which thought could not progress as thought. He had to choose. But it was not a choice Between excluding things. It was not a choice Between, but of. He chose to include the things That in each other are included, the whole, The complicate, the amassing harmony.

The nothingness was a nakedness, a point, Beyond which fact could not progress as fact. Thereon the learning of the man conceived Once more night's pale illumi…

He imposes orders as he thinks of them, As the fox and snake do. It is a brave affair.

The words they spoke were voices that she heard. She looked at them and saw them as they were And what she felt fought off the barest phrase.

A real decision is measured by the fact that you've taken a new action. If there's no action, you haven't truly decided.

I never felt it was inevitable that we had to go to war.

I like her not!