I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

“I will admit, I've never had a student offer himself up for a vicious beating in order to prove he's worth my time.” “This was nothing... Once I jumped off a roof.”

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

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.

She taught me I should never do anything in private I did not want talked about in public, and cautioned me not to talk in my sleep.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.

There are few things as nauseating as pure obedience.