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

If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

When you can’t do something truly useful, you tend to vent the pent up energy in something useless but available, like snappy dressing.

Colonel Otto, do you have a, perhaps, fuller and more detailed account than your preliminary one of why my Imperial Security building is now largely an underground installation? From a technical perspective.

My home is not a place, it is people.

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

The good face pain. But the great? They embrace it.