Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity.

There's an unwritten compact between you and the reader. If someone enters a bookstore and sets down hard earned money (energy) for your book, you owe that person some entertainment and as much more as you can give.

There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.

Empires do not suffer emptiness of purpose at the time of their creation. It is when they have become established that aims are lost and replaced by vague ritual.

Argument closes off the doors of the senses. It always masks violence. Continued too long, argument always leads to violence.

Jessica stopped beside him, said: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'Where do we lose it?' he murmured. 'We do, indeed, lose something,' she said.

Hope clouds observation.