No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?" He smiles. "Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.

Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

As an author, one of the most important things I think you can do once you've written a novel is step back. When the book is out, it belongs to the readers and you can't stand there breathing over their shoulders.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.