Your Reverence, I do not hate any man in this world enough to inflict the results of my prayers upon him.

Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.

Miles clutched Quinn's elbow. "Don't Panic." "I'm not panicking," Quinn observed, "I'm watching you panic. It's more entertaining .

I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is the higher achievement.

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.

People give themselves to you, in their talking, and in other ways, if you are quiet and patient and let them, and not in such a damned rush to give yourself to them you go bat-blind and deaf.

If you're trying to take a roomful of people by surprise, it's a lot easier to hit your targets if you don't yell going through the door.