Any moment called NOW is always full of possibles.

A city like London was always going to be a paradox, the best of it so very riddled with the opposite, so Swiss-cheesed with moral holes.

Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?

I couldn't tell if I was perspicacious or paranoid.

We would never call inexplicable little insights hunches, for fear of drawing the universe's attention. But they happened, and you knew you had been in the proximity of one that had come through if you saw a detective kiss his or her fingers and touch his or her chest where a pendant to Warsha, patron saint of inexplicable inspirations, would, theoretically, hang.

Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.

I'll tell you, I've never particularly been a Trek person. I feel about Trek the way one feels about known, vaguely liked, but rather distant members of one's family.