Survival was not enough. One had to live.

We're always disappointed when we find out someone else has human limits, the same as we do. It's stupid for us to feel that way, and we really ought to know better, but that doesn't seem to slow us down.

I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.

Nobody can be bad at everything. There’s no such thing as a perfect screwup.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

Demonreach only wants Harry to see what's going on." "Why doesn't it just marry him?" Thomas muttered under his breath. "It sort of did," I said. "My brother the... geosexual?