After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done . . . something.

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.