People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don't expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.

What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.

There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.

Don't wish for bricks when you can build from stone.

Just because you escape one trap, doesn't mean you will escape the next.

And there's nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.

The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?