Every time you open your mouth, Clarence said, you just seem older and weirder.
But it is only possible to talk clearly about less important things. The greatest truths lie within, always within. They cannot be given. They must be found
Books are a form of magic— the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, —because they span time and distance more surely than any spell or charm.
Barrick could only stand and watch them go, alone with the tribe of incomprehensible strangers who lived now in his blood and his thoughts.
And Jinnears—engineers! Who works with machines? Engineers and . . . and techs. Jinnears and Ticks. Renie let out a hysterical giggle. But that means I’m a Jinnear, too—I have a degree and everything....
An idle mind is the Devil's seedbed.
A proud man who could do more than he is asked to do. It is not good for the spirit.
Stupid people trying to manage me sends me into acute depression.
Sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.
You show her respect. That is a good thing, he said. Too often it is that men think those who serve are doing it from inferiorness or weakness.
When you were old, did your memories crowd out your other thoughts? Or did you lose them—your childhood, your hated enemies, your friends?
When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.
What does that mean, 'real'? Amn't I real, you? If you cut me, do I not bleed? If you piss me off, will I not kick you up the arse?
We were already fucked so many ways they could have dedicated an entire revision of the Kama Sutra just to us.
To fight a war, you must believe it can accomplish something. We fight this one to save John’s kingdom, or perhaps even to save all of mankind... but isn’t that what we always think? That all wars are...
Theo knew enough about women and their clothes to recognize she was trying to strike an appropriate balance between... what? Between liking him and hating him? Between wanting to look good and not wan...
Still, it was better than being trampled by teddy bears.
Something gurgled in his throat. It took a moment before he realized it was a scream bottled in his innards, a blast of misery trying to force its way out.
Since your father has escaped my justice, it is you who must hear my words. Words. You keep saying... Because that was the gift your father gave to me. And the curse that ruined me as well, changed my...
Order. I must find some order. If the universe has none, or at least none we can discern, well, then it is our job to give it some. I have always believed that.