Miles is... Miles; close to a force of nature, climbing up out of his own pages and escaping subordination to any opinion of mine.

He's not too short. He's just... concentrated.

Any communitys arm of force - military, police, security - needs people in it who can do necessary evil, and yet not be made evil by it. To do only the necessary and no more. To constantly question the assumptions, to stop the slide into atrocity.

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.

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

The world demands I make good choices on no information, and then blames my maidenhood for my mistakes, as if my maidenhood were responsible for my ignorance. Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.

I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is the higher achievement.