What you get is no longer what you see.

It was like being in an elevator cut loose at the top. Falling, falling, and not knowing when you will hit.

Show me a character totally without anxieties and I will show you a boring book.

What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?

You meet the same people on the way down that you meet on the way up, but you're going the other way.

But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.

Pink is supposed to weaken your enemies, make them go soft on you, which must be why it's used for baby girls. It's a wonder the military hasn't got on to this.