I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.

I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}

He's a man...and that's no small thing to be.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

Man's sense of Morality tends to decrease as his Power increases

Well, I can't remember not being able to read. I was told I could read by myself very well at the age of three.