"“A book,” says Vandos of Ur-Amakir, “is a fortress, a place of weeping, the key to a desert, a river that has no brid…"

"Words are sublime, and in books we may commune with the dead. Beyond this there is nothing true, no voices we can hear."

"The truth has its own virtue, which is separate from its content."

"Someone tell me why my road is eternally strewn with ashes."

"Imaro exploded. "Why do men fight like starving lions over yellow metal and let valuable cattle go?""

"For all practical purposes, wheat is civilization. It produces what we euphemistically call the staff of life, a staf…"

"To understand a great movement in the world of thought or action, it is usually necessary to approach it on its histo…"

"All my novels are about moral questions ... Most of us want to believe in something: politics, religion, saving the w…"

"The street outside was a university bywater, once a good residential area, which had lately been reduced to the level…"

"She came out near the and turned hastily back towards the . The docks were no place for a woman to be wandering about…"