Saturday, September 16, 2017

"You must go further than I did," Nedra said. "You know that."  
"Further?" 
"With your life. You must become free."  
She did not explain it; she could not. It was not a matter of living alone, though in her own case this had been necessary. The freedom she meant was self-conquest. It was not a natural state. It was meant only for those who would risk everything for it, who were aware that without it life is only appetites until the teeth are gone.
Light Years 

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