Once again there was the desert, and that only.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

Do any men grow up or do they only come of age?

the man in black travels with your soul in his pocket.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

They were close to the end of the beginning . . .

Time's the thief of memory

The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.

One more thing...

Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.

Small mind competes, big mind collaborates and great mind encompasses.

Even on the cross He did not hide Himself from sight; rather, He made all creation witness to the presence of its Maker.

Because I have some amazing shoes and bags and stories that need to be appreciated.

The illiteracy level of our children are appalling.

I enjoy my job as long as I can create a character, otherwise it's boring.

Each age, each guilty age, builds high walls around its Versailles; and personally I hate those walls most when they are made by literature and art.

But I often think that so-called glamorous people are just very busy people.

Sentimental titles are the last bastion of scoundrels, and can add significant barf to an already barfy work.