Suicidal glory is the luxury of the irresponsible.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.

Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward.

Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had to catch it from someone who had it.