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.

Little girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.

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.

Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!