Here, I thought, I had found the human race in its final stages of decadence perverse, insouciant, without ambition. And I could not blame them. After all, they had no future.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.

Americans need bullshit the way koala bears need eucalyptus leaves. They've become totally addicted to it. They get so much of it back home that they can't survive without it.

And you, Prince Elric? She attracted the albino's wandering attention. Do you know his story? Elric shook his head. I only know, he said, that he is a shape-changer and, that most cursed of souls, a person of rare goodness and sanity. Imagine such torment as is his!

I know not which I prefer the look of—those who attack us or that which defends us!

There was no more dangerous kind of madman than one who devoted a good brain and a courageous heart to unhealthy ambitions.