Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

We are, largely, who we remember ourselves to be

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.

If curiosity killed the cat, it was satisfaction that brought it back.

I thought you needed to be tougher. But I've been thinking that protecting somebody by hurting them before someone else gets the chance isn't the kind of protecting that anybody wants.

Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.