18 Quotes by Robert Dinsdale

Mightn’t it be, Cathy, that, until you’ve seen the dark, you don’t really know the light?

The world, and everything in it, is just this extraordinary outburst of the imagination.

As we are taught disease spreads from hand to hand so too does Knowledge and Freedom.

Whatever happens out there, it won’t be like the Long War. What sort of madness might that be? To wind up a battalion of living things and march them at one another, as if that might win a war?

Industry, thinks Hayk, was what first drove the lights out of the old world. It was industry that poisoned enchantment.

Because that’s what they think of us, isn’t it? Vermin, corrupting their city.

Once upon a time, all of us, no matter what we’ve grown up to do or who we’ve grown up to be, were little boys and girls, happy with nothing more than bouncing a ball against a wall.

Big worlds might end, but little ones are forever being forged.

Bitterness was a kind of privilege afforded to those in better times.