There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky.

Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.

The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.

I abominate any organization that denies cats are people!

Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement; it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.

Of course, if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.

There are vampires and vampires, and not all of them suck blood.

What was life worth, anyway, if you had to sit around remembering not to mention this, that, and the other thing because someone else might be upset?

The gods spend the wealth the universe gathers, they scan the wonders and fling them to nothingness. That's why they're the gods! I told you they were devils.

Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.

Ningauble shrugged. You're a hero. You should know.

If time were perfectly symmetric, gravity wouldn't exist.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

Minds think with ideas, not information No amount of data, bandwidth, or processing power can substitute for inspired thought.

The best part is getting to the top 'cause the pain's all over.

There is no beauty or romance or mystery in the sea except for the men that sail abroad upon it, and those who stay at home and dream of them.

As it somehow always manages before the winter solstice, but never after, the early darkness was cheerful and promising, even for those who had nothing.

I find celebrity status difficult to bear when I am in the company of my mother.

It is an esoteric doctrine of society, that a little wickedness is good to make muscle; as if conscience were not good for hands and legs.

The student is best taught who is told the least

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel's Veins. And those plunged beneath that watery grave to drink of His blood will never be the same.