The principle difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there.

I do think, half of what we call madness is just some poor slob dealing with pain by a strategy that annoys the people around him.

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.

Hi, I'm a hero, but I can't tell you why. It's classified.

I have a catch-phrase to describe my plot-generation technique -- 'What's the worst possible thing I can do to these people?'

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.