“Each child holds the World in an open hand to mould it into any shape they choose...”
“I took her hand in mine, not the way I used to hold hers as a child, but with our fingers woven together. And we strode through the archway of emperors and into the open -- hand in hand, my mother and I.”
“... time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised ...”
“the social moulds civilization fits us into have no more relation to our actual shapes than the conventional shapes of the constellations have to the real star-patterns.”
“It is a strange thing ,that every child is born with a closed hand , and every body dies with an open hand !”
“It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.”