Roots$$$ I sometimes think$$$ are a conservative myth$$$ designed to keep us in our places.

To reflect is to regain a little$$$ lost sense of proportion.

Human beings do not perceive things whole; we are not gods but wounded creatures$$$ cracked lenses$$$ capable only of fractured perceptions.

O the shame of it$$$ the humiliating shame of being condescended to by dolts.

A figure of speech is a shifty thing; it can be twisted or it can be straight.

Man is the Storytelling Animal$$$ and that in stories are his identity$$$ his meaning$$$ and his lifeblood.

India$$$ the new myth--a collective fiction in which anything was possible$$$ a fable rivalled only by the two other mighty fantasies: money and God.

For every snake$$$ there is a ladder; for every ladder$$$ a snake.

Everything has shape$$$ if you look for it. There is no escape from form.

Nothing comes from nothing$$$ Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old--it is the new combinations that make them new.