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?

It doesn't matter if your ignorant so long as you can find people to know stuff for you.

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.

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

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?

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

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.