“For a caterpillar to become a butterfly, it must forget it was ever a caterpillar at all. Then it will be as if the caterpillar never was and there was only ever the butterfly.” — 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 is someone who knows the world was here before they showed up and that it'll be here well after they walk away from it. My definition of an adult, in other words, is someone who lives… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share
“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 how to act rather than telling them. And I suggested that they should do the same with one another: that they didn't need a book of rules to tell them what to do and what not… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share
“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 this wasted nothing. I will never forget what the world could be, should my vigilance never fail. And more than that, I will never forget that in a way we are all hanged men and hanged… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share
“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 is that name?" "George." "I see," said the wolf. "And how long have you been George?" "How long? As in, how long have I been alive?" "oh, were you here in some way before you were… — Robert Jackson Bennett Copy Share
