Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.

The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?