There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

People have asked me why I made the first chapter of my first novel so long, and in an invented English. The only answer I can come up with that satisfies me is, 'To keep out the scum.'

I’ve known a lot of people go mad over the years, and it is more distressing than people dying. People dying is quite natural, people going mad is the complete antithesis of that.

If light is outlawed, then only outlaws will be able to see where they're going.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.