Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sincere--that was the hell of it. From a distance, one's adversaries seemed fiends, but with a closer view, one saw the sincerity and it was as great as one's own. Perhaps Satan was the sincerest of the lot.
- from A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr.
Speak up, destiny, speak up! Destiny always seems decades away, but suddenly it's not decades away; it's right now. But maybe destiny is always right now, right here, right this very instant, maybe.
- from A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr.