I now know that legends in themselves have no power. The power comes from the uses that the living make of the legend. The legends merely represent a… - Michael Moorcock

I watched him while he moved about in the nearby spinney below, bending and straightening, shaking snow from the sticks he found, and for some reason was reminded of the parable of Abraham and his son. Why should one serve a God who demanded such insane loyalty, who demanded that one deny the very humanity He was said to have created?

Perhaps I should not say so, but it occasionally crosses my mind to wonder why, in all the mystic cosmologies, even in some of the modern so-called parasciences, our own age is always described as the age of chaos and contention. A comment, my logical side argues, on why people turn to mysticism. The past age was always better."
"Childhood is the happiest time of life except when you're a child," said Jerry.
"I understand you. True.

I was wondering what made a decent English army officer turn into a desperate revolutionist overnight," I smiled.
"It happens to many like that," he said. "I have seen them. But you have to show them so much injustice first... Nobody wants to believe that the world is cruel—or that one's own kind are cruel. Not to know cruelty is to remain innocent, eh? And we should all like to remain innocent. A revolutionist is a man who, perhaps, fails to keep his innocence but so desperately wants it back that he seeks to create a world where all shall be innocent in that way.