You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead fish.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion—it's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Inexperience can be overcome, ignorance can be enlightened, but prejudice will destroy you.

Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.

It isn't wise to be rude to one's mother. She knows everything about your childhood that is potentially embarassing.

In a dog's world, only three states existed: "now," "in a while," and "forever." If someone left, he was gone "forever," and when he returned they rejoiced as much as if he were back from the dead precisely because he'd been gone "forever.