Young man, the games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.

There's no point in killing an opponent... There's no triumph over a corpse, but a beaten opponent, who will remain beaten every day of the remainder of their sad and wretched life, is something to treasure.

All holy piety in public, and all peeled grapes and self-indulgence in private.

Probably the last sound heard before the Universe folded up like a paper hat would be someone saying, "What happens if I do this?"

Don't you *ever* let go?" "I haven't yet." "Why?" "I suppose... because in this world, after everyone panics, there's always got to be someone to tip the wee out of the shoe.

I'm not really good at fun-to-know, human interest stuff. We're not 'celebrities', whose life itself is a performance. Good or bad or ugly, we are our words. They're what people meet.

Their families cordially detested one another.