Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.

Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go.

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

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.

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.