I am not schizoid. A little manic-depressive, maybe." "'Know thyself.'" "We try, sir.

Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it'll look on your next resume." On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?" Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla." - Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission

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

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

Escapist literature gets a bad rap. But I think escape is important for a lot of people in a lot of places.

One corner of his mouth crooked up, then the quirk vanished in a thoughtful pursing of his lips. "He's bisexual, you know." He took a delicate sip of his wine. "Was bisexual," she corrected absently, looking fondly across the room. "Now he's monogamous." Vordarian choked, sputtering.

You have to be careful who you let define your good.