Don't argue. Never deign to deny. Meet insults with laughter.

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

Grief had its own life, took its own sustenance.

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

Weakness is a guise. Wear it when they need to know you're human, but never when you feel it.

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.

Anything worth doing always starts as a bad idea.