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Orr had a tendency to assume that people knew what they were doing, perhaps because he generally assumed that he did not.
He thought, I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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.
The infinite possibility, the unlimited and unqualified wholeness of being of the uncommitted, the nonacting, the uncarved: the being who, being nothing but himself, is everything.
Life is the most incredible mess, Heather thought. You never can guess what’s next.
Are there really people without resentment, without hate? she wondered. People who never go cross-grained to the universe? Who recognize evil, and resist evil, and yet are utterly unaffected by it?
He was in her power: and his power was incalculable.
A person who believes, as she did, that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole; such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearn to play at it.
The quality of the will to power is, precisely, growth. Achievement is its cancellation. To be, the will to power must increase with each fulfillment, making the fulfillment only a step to a further one. The vaster the power gained, the vaster the appetite for more.
Orr’s gods were nameless and unenvious, asking neither worship nor obedience.
He stood looking at her and smiling, a broad, radiant smile of pure joy. She had never received so great a compliment in her life; she was abashed by that joy, which she had caused.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.
She eyed him with curiosity. He stood and endured reality.
“Take evening,” the Alien said. “There is time. There are returns. To go is to return.”
