Come in, Bean. Come in Julian Delphiki, longed-for child of good and loving parents. Come in, kidnapped child, hostage of fate. Come and talk to the Fates, who are playing such clever little games with your life.

All is going well, very well, I couldn’t ask for anything better— So why do I hate my life?

Ho said, 'I do not grieve because my feet have been cut off. I grieve because a precious jewel is dubbed a mere stone, and a man of integrity is called a deceiver. This is why I weep.'

Before we are citizens, we are children, and it is as children that we come to understand freedom and authority, liberty and duty.

He is dead, she thought bitterly, because we have forgotten him.

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.

You're cultural supremacists to the core. You'll perform your Questionable Activities to help out the poor little piggies, but there isn't a chance in the world you'll notice when they have something to teach you.