I knew a man once who told me that I smiled at the wrong things." "Do you? "Only by the light of those who smile at nothing.

Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.

Black moleskin gloves covered his hands; the right because it was burned, the left because a man felt half a fool wearing only one glove.

All fiction has to have a certain amount of truth in it to be powerful.

Not all men were meant to dance with dragons.

He never wanted love, though. You cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night.

He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.