We recived our colouring from the Norsemen,hairy savages who hacked their gods to pieces and hung the flesh from trees.We are the ones who sacked Rome.Fear only feeble old age and death in bed.Don't forget who you are.

The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.

It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger.