There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.

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.

'Fire' does not matter, 'earth' and 'air' and 'water' do not matter. 'I' do not matter. No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words. The more words he remembers, the cleverer do his fellows esteem him. He looks upon the great transformations of the world, but he does not see them as they were seen when man looked upon reality for the first time. Their names come to his lips and he smiles as he tastes them, thinking he knows them in the naming.

It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.