Paranoia: the gift of the survivor and the burden of the overtired, stressed, and terrified.

He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

I suppose we must work on being gracious and grateful until we can do for ourselves. Someday the wheel of fate will put us in a position to be of use to them, and we will remember how much easier it is to give help than it is to accept it.

Intelligent men are dangerous.

Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?

Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.

Some truths are truths, no matter who says them.