The price of order, I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn’t budge.The cost of chaos, Tom-Tom countered. on his drum. Not quite the same thing, Croaker.
The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn't get.
Singe stopped. You are quite right about Medford Shale, Garrett. Great-uncle Medford had figured prominently in the case where I’d first made Singe’s acquaintance. Just as you were right about me need...
Second, the Stupidity Test. It’s unnecessary to invoke complex, convoluted conspiracy theories where plain old human stupidity suffices as an explanation.
Raven is an asset in any game including One-Eye. One-Eye cheats. But never when Raven is playing.
Only way you’re gonna have a world with universal equality is if you got one where there’s only one guy left standing.
One’s own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.
Little girls are twice as precious and innocent as little boys. I do not know a culture that does not make them that way.
It is not good form to bicker with your superiors, however wrong they may be and however one-sided their determination of their superiority
I have been told I always look at the dark underbelly of tomorrow. Possibly. You’re less likely to be disappointed that way.
I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.
I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another.
A man lay before me. He had sunk as low as any I had ever known. Then he had fought his way back and back and had become worthy. A man far better than I, for he had located his moral pole star and set...
A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and su...
Monsters aren’t born, they’re made. That they are memorials which take years of cruelty to sculpt. And that while we should weep for the tortured child who served as raw material, we should permit no...
Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.
When I reflect on my companions’ inner natures I usually wish I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look i...
There was no peace inside the bounds spanned by God’s Peace. Because men did not just demand submission to the Will of God, they demanded submission to themselves. Nor could they agree what the Will o...
There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints.
The fugitive blew through a doorway. I was only two steps behind, but when I got there the door was closed and locked. I flung one granite shoulder against it. It gave about a thousandth of an inch. Y...