I think we think in terms of stories.

I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.

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.

To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.

In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

The mind abhors a vacancy & is wont to people it with phantoms.