If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

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.

My dinner party,' Miles grated. 'It's just breaking up.' And sinking. All souls feared lost.

There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

If you can't be seven feet tall, be seven feet smart.

There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honor shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating.