Genius Is An Infinite Capacity For Pain.

The Forest Stretched On Seemingly Forever With The Most Monotonous Predictability, Each Tree Just Like The Next - Trunk, Branches, Leaves; Trunk, Branches, Leaves. Of Course A Tree Would Have Taken A Different View Of The Matter. We All Tend To See The Way Others Are Alike And How We Differ, And It's Probably Just As Well We Do, Since That Prevents A Great Deal Of Confusion. But Perhaps We Should Remind Ourselves From Time To Time That Ours Is A Very Partial View, And That The World Is Full Of A Great Deal More Variety Than We Ever Manage To Take In.

Though Opposition Is A Hopeless Task, Acquiescence Would Be Worse.

The Gods, After All, Are Only Human, And Once Their Rage Has Been Placated They Are Perfectly Capable Of Acts Of Mercy And Grace.

Gene Wolfe Has Produced A Work Of Art That Can Satisfy Adult Appetites And In Which Even The Most Fantastical Elements Register As Poetry Rather Than As Penny-whistle Whimsy.

Laughter Is Just A Slowed Down Scream Of Terror.