None could guess my confusion, my host of deluded illusions and elusive delusions! A mantle of marble hiding a crumbling core of sandstone. See how they stare at me, wondering, all wondering, at my secret wellspring of wisdom...' Let's kill him,' Crokus muttered, 'if only to put him out of our misery.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

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

The harder the world, the fiercer the honour.

You’re loitering, citizen.” “Actually, I was hesitating.

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.

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.