I am tired of safe places, and roofs, and walls around me. - Ursula K. Le Guin

Armed men don’t sit down and talk.

He liked the vast openness of sky and prairie, and found loneliness a pleasure with so immense a domain to be alone in.

He looked at the machine, its cabinets all standing open; it should be destroyed, he thought. But he had no idea how to do it, nor any will to try. Destruction was not his line; and a machine is more blameless, more sinless even than any animal. It has no intentions whatsoever but our own.