The military operation swiftly became one of disaster management and damage control, search and rescue.

I'm psychologically equipped for this.

...while the stony bones of the world tore past and the air grew dark and howling. The last thing he saw as the gulley became a torrent of dust and rock was the Jeep, plucked backwards into space.

Fear is quite the anaesthetic

His desire for this to be a joke was quickly replaced by a desire for whiskey.

Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.

Odessa sighed. 'When I said you were one of the smartest people in the company, I was referring solely to your technical abilities. Now get to work.

But the things in the batteries couldn't be spiders. It just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. But of what kind?

Simon shook his head. 'I don't want to be a hero. I'd rather abandon the technology altogether, sit on a hill and speak to my neighbours by smoke-signal.

...a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures.When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.

Who gave you a gun?''The army.''Why?''That's what the army does, Simon.

Discover and understand the true essence of time so as to know how best to utilize and effectively manage it

Things get ruined the moment you say, ‘What will become of me? It means that you have no regard for the Soul. The Soul within has infinite energy, why not ask the Soul for strength [power]?

If you do nothing more in life do what you love. It may not make you rich, but it will always make you happy.

Delight is indeed born in the heart. It sometimes also depends on its surroundings.

Passion out of passion's obstacles.

Darkness all around, smoke in between my fingers, all you have given me dear, sorrow and sadness to sing here.

Don't ever forget two things I'm going to tell you. One, don't believe everything that's written about you. Two, don't pick up too many checks.

I shall remain a wanderer until mankind has learned the way of peace.

How much we forgive to those who yield us the rare spectacle of heroic manners! We will pardon them the want of books, or arts, and even of gentler virtues. How tenaciously we remember them!

In Russia, we have proverb: Only bad soldiers don't want to be general.