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He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.
How do you get so empty? he wondered. Who takes it out of you?
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?”
Ten minutes after death a man’s a speck of black dust. Let’s not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.”
If you don’t want a man unhappy politically, don’t give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none.
Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes!
I’m one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the ‘guilty,’ but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself.
The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
The books are to remind us what asses and fools we are.
And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.”
Even now he could feel the start of the long journey, the leave taking, the going away from the self he had been.
If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you’ll never learn.
‘The Devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.’
Ironic
But remember that the Captain belongs to the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority.
We all have our harps to play. And it’s up to you now to know with which ear you’ll listen.”
Faber’s would be the place where he might refuel his fast draining belief in his own ability to survive. He just wanted to know that there was a man like Faber in the world.
He was part of us and when he died, all the actions stopped dead and there was no one to do them just the way he did.
Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away.
