I imagine that fish have no word for water.

Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.

The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.

Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.

Sometimes it is better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.

Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.