I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.

There's really nothing quite like someone's wanting you dead to make you want to go on living.

Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver." "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.

The death of an illusion tends to disconcert.

I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.