You are very easily exasperated, my dear. If you're a leaf trembling on a wide, deep river, relax and ride the current. It's always worked for me, I assure you.

Betrayal was the greatest of all crimes, for it took all that was human within a person and made it a thing of pain. In the face of that, murder itself was surcease: it was quick, and it ended the anguish and despair of a life without hope.

The idea that an author can extricate her or his own ongoing life experience from the tale being written is a conceit of very little worth.

Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

Gods, I wish the world was full of passive women.He thougt for a moment longer, then scowled. On second thoughts, what a nightmare that'd be. It's the job of a man to fan the spark into flames, not quench it.

Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.