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1 " We've got to believe that God is sane, Davie boy. We'd be lost indeed if we didn't do that. "
― John Wyndham , The Chrysalids
2 " The essential quality of life is living' the essential quality of living is change; change is evolution; and we are part of it. "
3 " If you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either. "
4 " So you're in love with her?' she went on. A word again ... When the minds have learnt to mingle, when no thought is wholly one's own, and each has taken too much of the other ever to be entirely himself alone; when one has reached the beginning of seeing with a single eye, loving with a single heart, enjoying with a single joy; when there can be moments of identity and nothing is separate save bodies that long for one another ... When there is that, where is the word? There is only the inadequacy of the word that exists.'We love one another,' I said. "
5 " I shall pray to God to send charity to this hideous world, and sympathy for the weak, and love for the unhappy and unfortunate. I shall ask Him if is indeed His will that a child should suffer and its soul be damned for a little blemish on the body....And I shall pray Him, too, that the hearts of the self-righteous may be broken... "
6 " Knowing makes all the difference... It's the difference between just trying to keep alive, and having something to live for "
7 " Why should I? I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I am not ashamed - I am only beaten "
8 " Why should they be afraid of us? We aren’t hurting them,’ she broke in.“I’m not sure that I know why,’ I told her. ‘But they are. It’s a feel-thing not a think-thing. And the more stupid they are, the more like everyone else they think everyone ought to be. And once they get afraid they become cruel and want to hurt people who are different – "
9 " There was often a great deal of grown-up fuss that seemed disproportionate to causes. "
10 " And again there are no words. Words exist that can, used by a poet, achieve a dim monochrome of the body's love, but beyond that they fail clumsily. My love flowed out to her, hers back to me. Mine stroked and soothed. Hers caressed. The distance - and the difference - between us dwindled and vanished. We could meet, mingle, and blend. Neither one of us existed any more; for a time there was a single being that was both. There was escape from the solitary cell; a brief symbiosis, sharing all the word ... "
11 " ... the more complex they made their world, the less capable they were of dealing with it. They had no means of consensus. They learnt to co-operate constructively in small units; but only destructively in large units. They aspired greedily, and then refused to face the responsibilities they had created. They created vast problems, and then buried their heads in the sands of idle faith. "
12 " In my experience,’ he told me, ‘if you run away from a thing just because you don’t like it you don’t know what you find either. Now running to a thing, that’s a different matter, but what would you want to run to? "
13 " They haven't God's word like they thought: God doesn't have any last word. If He did He'd be dead. But He isn't dead; and He changes and grows, like everything else that's alive "
14 " When I was quite small I would sometimes dream of a city - which was strange, because it began before I even knew what a city was. "
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16 " They stamp on any change: they close the way and keep the type fixed because they've got the arrogance to think themselves perfect. As they reckon it, they. and only they, are in the true image; very well, then it follows that if the image is true, they themselves must be God: and, being God, they reckon themselves entitled to decree, "thus far, and no farther." That is their great sin: they try to strangle the life out of Life. "
17 " The alternative is the sword over your heads,' he said. 'I know,' I agreed unhappily. 'But that isn't the way. A sword inside us would be worse. "
18 " Wszedł ojciec.- Złapali ich. Całą trójkę – powiedział do inspektora i spojrzał na mnie z odrazą.Inspektor natychmiast wstał i wyszli razem. Wpatrywałem się w zamknięte drzwi. Ból samonagany przenikną mnie tak, że cały się zatrząsałem. Słyszałem własne jęki i łzy spływały mi po policzkach. Usiłowałem je powstrzymać, ale nie mogłem. Zapomniałem o bolących plecach. Udręka wieści, którą przyniósł ojciec, była o wiele bardziej bolesna. Czułem taki ucisk w piersiach, że się dusiłem. "
19 " The living form defies evolution at its peril; if it does not adapt, it will be broken. The idea of completed man is the supreme vanity: the finished image is a sacrilegious myth. "
20 " In my experience,' he told me, 'if you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either. Now, running to a thing, that's a different matter, but what would you want to run to? "