Sublime

What a fuss! Why you must die—everyone must die; and all are happier when they do. Come home.”

we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.

"Let him be undeceived in this respect, and what floods of despair and of horror will overwhelm him! Instead of glowing approbation and serene hope, will he not hate and torture himself?

“Kull wahad!”

My faculties were chained up in wonder and awe.

You are alive in inverse proportion to the density of clichés in your writing.

he took his handful of suspicions and bad dreams to a cop they’d pity-laugh him out of the room.

Death was in every fibre of these creatures. It was hidden in their languages and at the root of their civilizations. You