“The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”

“The moods of the dark night skies are variously represented like soft black velvet, like the shining black of a scarab beetle, like the patina-ed surface of Indian-inked paper, soft blotting-paper soaked in dark blue ink for forty days, like a black cat's fur shining in moonlight…”

“To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.”

“Democracy is spreading across the world. Democracy is only possible with easy access to information and good communications. And technology is a way of facilitating communications.”

“Resilience isn't predicting the correct future and preparing for it; resilience is acting in ways that make sense across the widest range of possible futures.”

“and when he moved it was like watching oil spread across a lake, smooth and fluid, almost vicious”

“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible”

“My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in”

“We will build up a vision of what the future could be like if humanity so chooses — for “without vision the people perish.””

“Disease-carrying thoughts swarm and multiply in the dark and twisted labyrinths of our minds, and all that is needed is a mob and a good political slogan for the epidemic to be spread once again, with a burst of automatic weapons or a mushroom cloud.”