He knew about being alone. The weather was always cold there.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

Begging your pardon, sir....One population can't make peace with another by force.

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

It's been a long rocky life, with plenty of possibility but too much human ugliness.

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

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.