In politics, it's what isn't said that matters.

The enemy is never more unnerving than when he's invisible.

A wise man once said that any human being is capable of infinite achievement, so long as it’s not the work they’re supposed to be doing.

If the world is a book, are you the hero, or just a walk-on part?

Faith comes in different tempers: there's the hard, brittle faith that shatters when it meets an obstacle it can't cut through, and the tough, springy faith that bounces off unchipped.

If there's a truth and nobody knows it, is it still true? Or is it like a light burning in a locked, shuttered house that nobody will ever get to see?

That was the truly horrifying thing about it: the sense of time as an enemy, to be fought tooth and nail--but there was so much of it; you killed an hour, but what good did that do when there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more hours just waiting to take its place?