We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

Servant of God well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.

Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.

I will not change. Because if you are successful and you change, you are an idiot.

Coming, going, the waterbirds, don't leave a trace, don't follow a path.

When being interviewed by a woman for a job, never begin with listen up doll face.

The best of my nature reveals itself in play, and play is sacred.

But what can a man see of a library being one day in it?

The voice of the drum is a spirit thing.

Why are we smiling when we loathe each other?’ ‘Why do we sell happiness to the readers of this magazine when we are profoundly unhappy ourselves, the slaves of fame?

Corporations are may lesser commonwealths in the bowels of a greater, like worms in the entrails of a natural man.