Once evolution gets a good basic design, it tends to throw away the variants and concentrate on the near-infinite diversity within that design.

Pain is an interesting and off-putting thing. Few if any things in life concentrate our attention so completely and terribly, and few things are more boring to listen to or read about.

Once evolution gets a good basic design, it tends to throw away the variants and concentrate on the near-infinite diversity within that design.

There's a unique bond of trust between readers and authors that I don't believe exists in any other art form; as a reader, I trust a novelist to give me his or her best effort, however flawed.

In the end--when all else is dust--loyalty to those we love is all we can carry with us to the grave. Faith--true faith--was trusting in that love.

Words are the only bullets in truth's bandolier. And poets are the snipers.

The sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.