When both my editors say 'This is really bad, you need to change this,' I ignore that at my peril.

It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage and back again?

Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change is what makes life interesting.

Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.

A woman of many talents. And intelligent, too. He'd probably have to kill her soon.

Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?

Stop longing.You poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.