"They stood and listened, arms around each other for comfort, as the sound washed over them. It reverberated in the marrow of their bones, sung high and sweet, heartbreakingly mournful, quick as a jig, slow as the saddest air. Their hearts swelled with its beauty, its mystery. With all it revealed, and all that it hid."

“I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?”

“Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?”

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“When you’re invisible, no one can see that you’re different.”

“I love this world … That is what rules my life. When I die, I want to have done all in my power to leave it in a better state than it was in when I found it. At the same time I know that this can never be. The world has grown so complex that one voice can do little to alter it any longer. That doesn't stop me from doing what I can but it makes the task hard. The successes are so small, the failures so large and many. It's like trying to stem a storm with one's bare hands.”

“If you understand, things are just as they are. If you do not understand, things are just as they are.”