“We’re neither good nor evil. We’re simply interested in things as they are.”
Source: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 14
"Lot's Wife"
Poems New and Collected (1998), A Large Number (1976)
Context: I felt age within me. Distance.
The futility of wandering. Torpor.
I looked back setting my bundle down.
I looked back not knowing where to set my foot.
Serpents appeared on my path,
spiders, field mice, baby vultures.
They were neither good nor evil now — every living thing
was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic.
“We’re neither good nor evil. We’re simply interested in things as they are.”
Source: The Chronicles of Prydain (1964–1968), Book II: The Black Cauldron (1965), Chapter 14
Source: Four Hundred Billion Stars (1988), Chapter 1 “Camp Zero” (p. 38)
River out of Eden (1995)
De Potentia (On Power) q. 3, art. 6, ad 4
Source: The Essays: A Selection
Source: Tools For Survival (2009), p. 150