Times are you say a person's b'liefs ain't true, they think you're sayin' their lifes ain't true an' their truth ain't true.

I’m scared of the future. I’m scared of the past. I’m nervous at the moment.

I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.

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'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

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