On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

"It was suicide, wasn't it?" "In an involuntary sort of way," said Vorob'yev. "These Cetagandan political suicides can get awfully messy, when the principal won't cooperate." "Thirty-two stab wounds in the back, worst case of suicide they ever saw?" murmured Ivan, clearly fascinated by the gossip. "Exactly, my lord."

The real unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, without anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present - they are real.

I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!

I wanted to give you a victory. But by their essential nature triumphs can’t be given.

Women do desperately need models for power other than the maternal.

Never argue with a pedant over nomenclature. It wastes your time and annoys the pedant.