There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.

Experience suggests it doesn't matter so much how you got here, as what you do after you arrive.

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

Never argue with a pedant over nomenclature. It wastes your time and annoys the pedant.

And this was your friend?" Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

I am an atheist, myself. A simple faith, but a great comfort to me, in these last days.