Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

I'm from a time and place where bigheadedness was a really savage crime, and you'd get cut down for it by your peers and parents.

My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?

I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you’ll see what I mean.

Try this for deviancy: fabricants are mirrors held up to purebloods' conscience; what purebloods see reflected there sickens them. So they blame you for holding the mirror." I hid my shock by asking when purebloods might blame themselves. Mephi replied, "History suggests, not until they are made to.

Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.

Go to hell, Willy, our souls eat poetry, but one has seven deadly sins to feed!