A weapon based on Time . . ." mused Viktor Mulciber. "Well, why not? The one force no one knows how to defeat, resist, or reverse. It kills all forms of life sooner or later. With a Time-weapon you could become the most feared person in history." "I'd rather be loved," said Root. Mulciber shrugged. "You're young.

Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

It is simply wrong to begin with a theme, symbol or other abstract unifying agent, and then try to force characters and events to conform to it.

What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one's enemy only when his back is turned?

If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.

Teamwork," Koteks snarled, "is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It's a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.