War, my friends, is a thing of beauty.

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.

Running ain't no bad thing. Leastways if you run in the right direction.

Some men are too dull to feel what might happen. Others torture themselves with maybes and populate their dreams with horrors more terrible than their worst enemy could inflict upon them.

Tell me, tutor, ' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?

Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use it.

It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears.

Gomst's mouth framed a 'no', but every other muscle in him said 'yes'. You'd think priests would be better liars, what with their jobs and all.

I can help you, Jorge. I can give you back your self. I can give you your will.' He held out his hand, palm open. 'Free will has to be taken, ' I said.

Tact is an ability to live in the midst of ugliness without getting ugly.

She'd rather hoped for something simple, like a lined piece of notebook paper with MY EVIL PLAN written across the top, but no luck.

Few people know anything of the English history but what they learn from Shakespear; for our story is rather a tissue of personal adventures and catastrophes than a series of political events.

No one on this earth attains enlightenment anymore without an enlightened master as a guide, unless that person was enlightened in many previous incarnations.

Quality is my principle and qualified is my attitude.

I like the serendipitous surprises of reality.

My neglected duties crowd around me in my dreams, murmuring.

The Post Office is very careful nowadays. When they get a package marked "Fragile," they throw it underhand.

If we know that the enemy is open to attack, but are unaware that our own men are not in a condition to attack, we have gone only halfway towards victory.

Ours is supposed to be a government in which classes and distinctions melt into a harmonious whole. Until we reach this ideal of government, we will be a distracted, contentious people.