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“If you inhabited a world and a colony of tongueless people landed, would you consent to having your tongue cut out so that you could be like them?”
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
“Up there was freedom and peace. The strong northwest wind blew her red hair out behind her, and tugged at her gown until it drifted out behind her like a silver spider's web. She stood as close as she could to the northwest edge, ignoring the plummeting depths below, feeling the wind buffet her skin. It pressed against her body like a living thing. She felt, as she often felt before up here, that with but the tiniest effort on her part she would be able to fly, to mount the rising air currents, to soar like a hawk on the updraught that rose in a tangible wave above the side of the mesa.
She raised her arms, felt the wind take them.”
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
She raised her arms, felt the wind take them.”
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
“The scent of cactus flower still lingered in the air, although it was many hours since she had thrown the golden flower into the incinerator. When she walked out onto the terrace, the scent became even more powerful and she realised that it was being wafted to her on the evening breeze from the eastern mountain. The whole upper slope, above the grassline, was a mass of blooming cactus.
She could no more rid Isis of the scent than she could rid herself of her feelings towards Mark - unless she made Guardian fire the whole mountainside and destroy the flowers. He would do it if she were to ask him. He would take away the memory of her love for Mark too, if she were to ask it of him.
She walked to the edge of the terrace and looked across the river valley. To do violence to the mountains and the creatures that lived there, just because she could not bear the scent of the cactus flower, would be hideously wrong. To do violence to her mind, so as to forget her unhappiness, would be equally wrong.”
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
She could no more rid Isis of the scent than she could rid herself of her feelings towards Mark - unless she made Guardian fire the whole mountainside and destroy the flowers. He would do it if she were to ask him. He would take away the memory of her love for Mark too, if she were to ask it of him.
She walked to the edge of the terrace and looked across the river valley. To do violence to the mountains and the creatures that lived there, just because she could not bear the scent of the cactus flower, would be hideously wrong. To do violence to her mind, so as to forget her unhappiness, would be equally wrong.”
― The Keeper of the Isis Light
“Because he knew how to invent machines that sometimes worked, even though everyone else laughed at them, Jody had begun to feel that he was a great deal cleverer than the Fourths and even than the other Thirds, old and married though they were. But now he suddenly saw, in a plunge into depression, that he knew nothing. After all, machines were easy to understand. But people were a mystery!”
― The Guardian of Isis
― The Guardian of Isis
“Our eyes all have the same mechanism, yet each of us sees so differently.”
― The Guardian of Isis
― The Guardian of Isis
“You may lead a child into darkness, but you must never turn out the light.”
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