Shiloh isn’t haunted – men are haunted. Shiloh doesn’t care.

Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.

I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want empathy so badly. Maybe learning to make that distinction is part of growing up. It's hard and ugly to know somebody can understand you without even liking you.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...