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

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

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

I don't want power. I just object to idiots having power over me.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.