Whoever opined "Money can't buy you happiness" obviously had far too much of the stuff.

How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.

Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.

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.

These jokes the world plays, they're not funny at all.

The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.

It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.