Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

A mountain you're plannin' on climbin' ain't the same as the one you ain't. It ain't so pretty.

When I think about it, I'm happily bewildered that people will preorder my books They'll preorder me. What a lucky guy!

Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.

She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.

Power. What do we mean? 'The ability to determine another man's luck.' ...how is it that some men attain mastery over others while the vast majority live and die as minions, as livestock? The answer is a holy trinity. First: God-given gifts of charisma. Second: the discipline to nurture these gifts to maturity, for though humanity's topsoil is fertile with talent, only one seed in ten thousand will ever flower -- for want of discipline. Third: the will to power.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.