When the time comes to leap in faith whether you have your eyes open or closed or scream all the way down or not makes no practical difference.

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

Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart.

For me, writing is more a process of discovering the book than planning it.

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.

Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah..." Cecil paused, apparently groping again for just the right word. "Equals?" Miles hazarded. "Cattle," Cecil corrected judiciously.