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.
Fate and victory shift ... now this way, now that way -- like a line of unarmored men under a hail of enemy arrows.
Love is nothing but lust misspelled.
There is a fullness and calmness there which can come only from knowing pain.
His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.
I'm very interested in the evolution of technology, and it's really the idea of artificial life which intrigues me, more than just intelligence - a new, evolving life form arising within our datasphere and coming into living relation with humanity.