Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

Darkness shields as much as it threatens.

Something ... made him feel small, not in the way of orphans or beggars or children, but in a good way. In the way of souls.

I wanted a literate, socially intricate, and cosmopolitan world - something I could have fun destroying.

Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy.

Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to the billions who disagree with them, have somehow lucked into the one true belief system.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.