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

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

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry--even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, "What did I say? What did I say?" "What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.

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.

I need words that mean more than they mean, words not just with height and width, but depth and weight and, and other dimensions that I cannot even name.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.