There were two sets of double doors leading out of the antechamber, one marked STACKS and the other TOMES. Not knowing the difference between the two, I headed to the ones labeled STACKS. That was what I wanted. Stacks of books. Great heaps of books. Shelf after endless shelf of books.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

There are few things as nauseating as pure obedience.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

Anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

Practice makes the master.