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

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.

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Fantasy is uni-age. You can start it in the creche, and it follows you to death.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.

They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but has anyone checked lately?

This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.