The Hegemony had known how to treat cancer, but most of the gene-tailoring knowledge and technology had been lost after the Fall.

No lifetime is long enough for those who wish to create, Raul. Or for those who simply wish to understand themselves and their lives. It is, perhaps, the curse of being human, but also a blessing.

At that moment I would have welcomed spider-rats nibbling on my toes about as much as the idea of chatting with a missionary priest.

Almost everything carried to its logical extreme becomes either depressing or carcinogenic.

Don't get so holy, Pearce. Life isn't holy.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

Love isn't over when the sheets are stained.

There is no such dichotomy as 'human rights' versus 'property rights.' No human rights can exist without property rights.

You know, words have strange destiny, too. They grow. They get old. They die. They come back.

Let go of what you can't control. Channel all that energy into living fully in the now.

You can rest assured that if you devote your time and attention to the highest advantage of others, the Universe will support you, always and only in the nick of time.

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.