“I put my office right in the middle of the death they threaten us with. [...] here I sit, every day, hanging… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“It's not a cry of grief, she finds, nor one of pain or loss or sorrow; rather, its a shout of triumph,… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“Die. Do you think I will? I suppose I must...I exist now, and everything that exists must end, one day. I wonder… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“xxx it feels to me that...that death is but a thunderstorm. Just wind and noise. You can't ask meaning of such a… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“After all, deep in every Texan’s heart, there remains the steadfast belief that any problem can be solved with a big enough gun.” — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“My definition of an adult is someone who lives their life aware they are sharing the world with others. My definition of an adult… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“I am lost among the seas of fate and time But at least I have love.” — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“But freedom and human happiness has a direct relationship to the number of people who have power over their own world, their own lives.… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“One should not seek ugliness in this world. There is no lack of it. You will find it soon enough, or it will find… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
Oh, propriety," says Mrs Benjamin. "We're always so concerned with propriety. Even in total madness, we still stick to our hierarchies and chains of… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
I learned very early on not to speak to my folk from on high, but to get down with them, beside them, showing them… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“We are—or were —Divinities, Shara Komayd: we drew power from the hearts and minds and beliefs of a people. But that which you draw… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“I put my office right in the middle of the death they threaten us with. [...] here I sit, every day, hanging over all… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“The city knows. It remembers. Its past is written in its bones, though the past now speaks in silences.” — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
“My first question is- do you have a name ? "A name? Yes." "Ah!" said the wolf. It wrote several extensive notes. "And what… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share Image
