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“Ged saw all these things from outside and apart, alone, and his heart was very heavy in him, though he would not admit to himself that he was sad. As night fell he still lingered in the streets, reluctant to go back to the inn. He heard a man and a girl talking together merrily as they came down the street past him towards the town square, and all at once he turned, for he knew the man's voice. He followed and caught up with the pair, coming up beside them in the late twilight lit only by distant lantern-gleams. The girl stepped back, but the man stared at him and then flung up the staff he carried, holding it between them as a barrier to ward off the threat or act of evil. And that was somewhat more than Ged could bear. His voice shook a little as he said, "I thought you would know me, Vetch." Even then Vetch hesitated for a moment. "I do know you," he said, and lowered the staff and took Ged's hand and hugged him round the shoulders-" I do know you! Welcome, my friend, welcome! What a sorry greeting I gave you, as if you were a ghost coming up from behind– and I have waited for you to come, and looked for you-”

“Ged, who was always very strong-minded, always saying things that surprised me and doing things he wasn't supposed to do, took over completely in this book. He was determined to show me how his life must end, and why. I tried to keep up with him, but he was always ahead. I rewrote the book more times than I want to remember, trying to keep him under some kind of control.”

“Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin and sounds like a sunshine harpsicord. I want high school report cards to look like this: Playing with Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters to Those You Love A Finding out about Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!”

“Geef ons een zonsondergang van een verdronken zon, geef ons een vuurrode dageraad. Praat met de beuk en de eik, praat met de overweldigende donder. En toon wonderen als het laatste uur daar is, wanneer de blik een glimlach ontlokt, de lamp de nachtvlinder verleidt, de kinderen een droom omhelzen, de olmen een tijd van twijgen aanduiden, de heuvels worden neergedrukt door het Niets. En toon de verblindende pijl, de hemel die tot uitbarsting komt… Toon de harmonische kleuren, wanneer de ademhaling stopt en de vingers droefheden tekenen, de kinderen van glimlachen dromen, de rotsen naar de stilte luisteren, de cipressen de horizon opensplijten. Toon de rust die terugkeert, de hemel die trilt… Praat met het blaadje en de bloem, praat met de dag die verstrijkt. Geef ons een stevige, zekere hartslag. Geef ons, nu, rust.”

“Geeks are not the world’s rowdiest people. We’re quiet and introspective, and usually more comfortable communing with our keyboards or a good book than each other. Our idea of how to paint the Emerald City red involves light liquor, heavy munchies, and marathon sessions of video games of the ‘giant robots shooting each other and everything else in sight’ variety. We debate competing lines of software or gaming consoles with passion, and dissect every movie, television show, and novel in the science fiction, fantasy, and horror genres. With as many of us as there are in this town, people inevitably find ways to cater to us when we get in the mood to spend our hard-earned dollars. Downtown Seattle boasts grandiose geek magnets, like the Experience Music Project and the Experience Science Fiction museum, but it has much humbler and far more obscure attractions too, like the place we all went to for our ship party that evening: a hole-in-the-wall bar called the Electric Penguin on Capitol Hill.”

“Geen Priester vergeeft u de misslagen uit kracht van ’t gezag eener kerk, die deze vergeving op ’t gruwlijkst misbruikt en verbeurd heeft. Hy zal u voor een hand vol gelds niet zeggen: al hadt gy de moeder gods verkracht of al doet gy het nog, ik ontsla u van schuld en open de poorten des hemels in des H. Petrus naam. Maar uw medechristen zal met u bidden tot Hem van wien alle vergeving komt, die voor uwe wandaden geleden heeft, die ’t berouw dat gy voelt in uw hart werkt, en ook u het onbedrieglijk woord heeft gegeven, dat Hy in het uur der benaauwdheid u hooren en redden zal.”