It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

The bond between true lovers is as close as we come to what endures forever.

A meaningless question has only meaningless answers.

I know who I was, I can tell you who I may have been, but I am, now, only in this line of words I write.

This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain.

Consistency is a virtue until it gets annoying.

Scientific truth will out, you can't hide the sun under a stone.

He is far too intelligent to become really cerebral.

We sleep researchers like cats, you know; they sleep a lot!

The child stared at her or at nothing, trying to breathe, and trying again to breathe, and trying again to breathe.

There are no right answers to wrong questions.

Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on.

I had of course met with incredulity..., but seldom with a will to incredulity.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.

Gradually the healing took place, seeming as it always does that it wasn't taking place.

Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval.

She obeys me, but only because she wants to. It's the only justification for obedience, Ged observed.

The light is the left hand of darkness.

The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.