You couldn't be that good and not know it, somewhere in your secret heart, however much you'd been abused into affecting public humility.

I'm very interested in the impact of biotechnology on the way people live.

Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?" asked Elena. "I wondered why he didn't fall asleep." "Couldn't you tell?" chuckled Mayhew. "Not really." Miles twisted his head to take in Elena's upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black and purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew's laughter faded. "My God," he said hollowly, "you mean he's like that all the time?

Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.

How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?

I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista.

Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.