To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.

Life is full of doors that don't open when you knock, equally spaced amid those that open when you don't want them to.

It is anticipation and recollection that fill the heart—never the sensation of the moment.

Even a mirror will not show you yourself, if you do not wish to see.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

I tried a very fancy attack I'd learned in France, which involved a beat, a feint in quarte, a feint in sixte, and a lunge veering off into an attack on his wrist. I nicked him, and the blood flowed.

Do you work for the government, any government?” "I pay taxes, which means I work for the government, part of the time. Yes.