You might want to think twice before you try to use a man's conscience against him. It may turn out he doesn't have one.

Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well.

There was a nice dilemma. How does one interject into a polite conversation, "By the way, in case you're ever interested, I do have a penise."?

The truth was, Azoth hated Azoth. Azoth was a coward, passive, weak, afraid, disloyal. Azoth had hesitated. Master Blint didn’t know it, but the poisons on the needle had killed Azoth. He was Kylar now, and Kylar would be everything Azoth hadn’t dared to be.

Dad, one of my first memories is of sharing my worry with you about the space shuttle poking holes in the atmosphere and letting out all of Earth's air.

The master who fears the choices his people will make enough to take those choices away isn't worth serving.

Remember that time you tried to hump the bridge?