“Don't tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing.”

“Whatever voice spoke him was no demon but some old shed self that came yet from time to time in the name of sanity. a hand to gentle him back from the rim of his disastrous wrath.”

“If you want to create a high-society, you must give high things to the public! Show the public eagle; public will be an eagle! Show the public a rat, public will be a rat! Whatever you give to the public, public will take that! To create a high-society, you must give high things to the public!”

“Able closed his eyes. He was running. The grass was green with spring and fragrant, knee-high and cushioning his steps. And there was sun and a warm wind blew. Men called to him from the trees just atop the rise. He ran. He ran to them.”

“Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequences come from little things. I am tempted to think there are no little things.”

“You don't know this yet. But you are Mine - Wrath”