Writing Is Tyranny ... But Reading Is

Lee Was Too Cool By Nature To Rage At Fate; His Manner Was To Raise An Eyebrow And Greet It Laconically.

And Then Serafina Understood Something For Which The Witches Had No Word: It Was The Idea Of Pilgrimage. She Understood Why These Beings Would Wait For Thousands Of Years And Travel Vast Distances In Order To Be Close To Something Important, And How They Would Feel Differently For The Rest Of Time, Having Been Briefly In Its Presence. That Was How These Creatures Looked Now, These Beautiful Pilgrims Of Rarefied Light, Standing Around The Girl With The Dirty-face And The Tartan Skirt And The Boy With The Wounded Hand Who Was Frowning In His Sleep.

No One Has The Right To Live Without Being Shocked.

Every Little Increase In Human Freedom Has Been Fought Over Ferociously Between Those Who Want Us To Know More And Be Wiser And Stronger, And Those Who Want Us To Obey And Be Humble And Submit.

I Know Whom We Must Fight...it Is The Church. For All Its History, It's Tried To Suppress And Control Every Natural Impulse.that Is What The Church Does, And Every Church Is The Same: Control, Destroy, Obliterate Every Good Feeling.