I don't see the point of having 80 million people online if all they are doing in the end is talking to ghosts in the suburbs.

I felt like poisoning a monk.

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

For, I must tell you, in this world where today all lose their minds over many & wondrous Machines - some of which, alas, you can see also in this Siege - I construct Aristotelian Machines, that allow anyone to see with Words.

The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.

History is a blood-drenched enigma and the world an error.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.