If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.

Good evening, Lord Corwin,' said the lean, cadaverous figure who rested against a storage rack, smoking his pipe, grinning around it. Good evening, Roger. How are things in the nether world?' A rat, a bat, a spider. Nothing much else astir. Peaceful.' You enjoy this duty?' He nodded. I am writing a philosophical romance shot through with elements of horror and morbidity. I work on those parts down here.

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

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.