That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. “Poor taste in boyfriends,” said Jacquel. “It’s not always fatal.

Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

A nice, easy place for freedom of speech to be eroded is comics, because comics are a natural target whenever an election comes up.

I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.

There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.