Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it's the warrior who wields it.

Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....

When a brave man takes a stand, the spines of others are often stiffened.

It's hard to explain how this works, and I admit that it's fairly implausible or untenable as a way of life, but that seems to be how I go about my days: peaceably in person, fiercely on paper.

I love watching people listen. And on film often some of the best moments if you think about favorite moments on film, often the person isn't even talking.

Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.

I'm a bit retarded, like most Americans.

Interesting capitalization,' I said. 'Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.

Anybody who is an ambitious politician would never ever aspire to a Vice Presidency. And yet, people find themselves in that position, and so, therein lies the rub.

Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.

Everything that you want, you are already that.

The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.