There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

As a child there's a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one...each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.

All lives are tales. Some spread, and grow in the telling. Others are just told between us and the gods, muttered back and forth behind our days, but those tales grow too and shake us just as fierce.

She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

It never pays to walk blindly. Especially not in your own castle where familiarity hides so much - even when we have the eyes to see.

I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

Some men are too dull to feel what might happen. Others torture themselves with maybes and populate their dreams with horrors more terrible than their worst enemy could inflict upon them.