...he'd had the foresight to know that a lot of the savages wear store-bought clothes.

She'd never been one to think in terms of years, anyway. A person was what they were, and many a man at forty was sixty in his ways and many another was twenty and would never grow past it.

Of course the cat will growl and spit at the operator and bite him if she can. But the real question is whether he is a vet or a vivisector.

That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to be around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.

I'm being ironic. Don't interrupt a man in the midst of being ironic, it's not polite. There!

It is not power that corrupts but fear. The fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.

Time is the father of truth, its mother is our mind.

Right now, in my mind, this is nothing but grip strength and focus.

In the real world of pain, how could one worship a God who was immune to it?

The question is not Will you succeed? but rather, Will you matter?

My childhood wasn't very happy. It's a long, grim story about being a Jew in a small southern town.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.