The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.

It's the only condition I know. Bitter Love, Loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It's where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new.

Wrong takes an awful long time to be proven, in my experience.

Yes, I'm nervous. You'll find in time most people are. They simply learn better how to disguise it, and sometimes, if they're wise, how to use their anxiety to serve the public good.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

I may not be sure if monsters exist, but I’d rather live my life in doubt than be persuaded by a real experience of one.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.