“I should be contentto look at a mountainfor what it isand not as a comment on my life.”

“There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a metaphysical loneliness. We all feel it. The burden of living one's own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. You take a step in a house, you start moving around the house, no one else moves with you. You're walking by yourself.”

“The fear of being vulnerable prompts me into bringing myself forward.”

“Always to be pushing out like this, beyond what I know cannot be the limits - what else should a man's life be?”

“My daughter accepted without comment the fact that she wasn't going to age. The peculiar thing about the whole business in her case was the fact that she really didn't. Beldin and the twins and I had all achieved the appearance of a certain maturity. We picked up wrinkles and grey hair and a distinguished look. Pol didn't...I guess a sorcerer is supposed to look distinguished and wise, and that implies wrinkles and grey hair. A woman with grey hair and wrinkles is called a crone, and I don't think Pol would have liked that very much. Maybe we all wound up looking the way we thought we ought to look. My brothers and I thought we should look wise and venerable. Pol didn't mind the wise part, but "venerable" wasn't in her vocabulary. I might want to investigate that someday. The notion that we somehow create ourselves in intriguing.”

“I just looked at the pattern of my life, decided I didn't like it, and changed.”

“I should live my life on bended kneeIf I can't control my destinyYou've gotta have a schemeYou've gotta have a planIn the world of today, for tomorrow's man- No Control”