But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

She wants you to be a god, " I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

There is no honour in betraying your friends.

This and this and this.

Friends can create our most cherished memories.

I think that maybe if women and children were in charge we would get somewhere.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

The whole purpose of writing a book is to be understood - if other people write about you, they try to guess why you did things, or they hear things from other people.

All great discoveries are made by men whose feelings run ahead of their thinking.

We decentralise the ability to decide the level of publicity that's attached to any of our communications.

I admit that living in Nigeria sounds romantic, but Africa isn't America by a long shot. It's a different world and a different place in time...

It was a somber place, haunted by old jokes and lost laughter. Life, as I discovered, holds no more wretched occupation than trying to make the English laugh.

What would aliens say when told earthlings shift clocks twice a year to fool themselves into thinking there's more sunlight?

Never take your eyes off the cash flow because it's the life blood of business.