I am in limbo, and in limbo there are no races, no prizes, no changes, no chances. There are merely degrees of endurance, and endurance never was my strong point.

The smarter you are, the more you know, the less reason you have to trust or love or confide.

There is a time, when passing through a light, that you walk in your own shadow.

Wars of small kingdoms and forgotten lands, what do chessmen dream of in the dark?

The company you keep at death is, of all things, most dependent on chance.

You want to know about anybody? See what books they read, and how they've been read.

I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.