You can’t destroy knowledge. You can stamp it under and burn it up and forbid it to be, but somewhere it will survive. - Leigh Brackett

Was he trying to frighten you?"
"I don't think so," said Len. "I think he was just telling me the truth.

The mountains dwindled away into hills covered with a dark, stunted scrub. Beyond them the land flattened out to the horizon, a treeless immensity of white and gray-green, a spongy mossiness flecked with a million icy ponds. The wind blew, sometimes hard, sometimes harder.

I can’t tell you if the stories are true. Men lie without meaning to. They talk as if they had been part of a thing that happened to someone they never knew and only heard of by sixth remove.