We all have someone we think shines so much more than we do that we are not even a moon to their sun, but a dead little rock floating in space next to their gold and their blaze.

The great blessing and great cruelty of youth is that there seems to be time enough.

Someone ought to write a novel about me.

Humanity lived many years and ruled the earth, sometimes wisely, sometimes well, but mostly neither.

... relationships required such vigilance, such attention. You had to hold them together by force of will, and other people took up so much space, demanded so much time. It was exhausting.

It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it.

There is no such thing as a people who are all wicked or even all good. Everyone chooses. But even they, even they looked at people and saw only tools. No one is a cup for another to drink from.