A weapon is a device for making your enemy change his mind.

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.

If there's no game, isn't winning a pretty meaningless concept?

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

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?

Growing up, I have discovered over time, is rather like housework: never finished.

I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.