How about this?' Simmon asked me. "Which is worse, stealing a pie or killing Ambrose?" I gave it a moment's hard thought. "A meat pie, or a fruit pie?

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.

I loved college. I wish I was still taking classes instead of teaching them.

I'm not a role model. I'm an aberation. A statistical anomoly. Following in my footsteps is about the dumbest thing you could ever do.

I like your manly bravado," she said. "Do it some more.

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.