I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

All things that are, are ours. But we must care. For if we do not care, we do not exist. If we do not exist, then there is nothing but blind oblivion. And even oblivion must end someday. Lord, will you grant me just a little time? For the proper balance of things. To return what was given. For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds. Death took a step backwards. It was impossible to read expression in azrael's features. Death glanced sideways at the servants. Lord, what can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?

Of course, it is very important to be sober when you take an exam. Many worthwhile careers in the street-cleansing, fruit-picking and subway-guitar-playing industries have been founded on a lack of understanding of this simple fact.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

The pen is mightier than the sword ... if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.

"It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever" he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?"

He thought about how it might be to be, say, a fox confronted with an angry sheep. A sheep moreover, that could afford to employ wolves.