If Power Was An Illusion, Wasn't Weakness

I Don't Confuse Greatness With Perfection. To Be Great Anyhow Is The Higher Achievement.

Too Late, He Recalled Miles's Dictum That The Reward For A Job Well Done Was Usually A Harder Job.

Utterly Bleak And Black Is Not The Sum Of Realism. All The Other Colors Are Real, Too.

I Am An Atheist, Myself. A Simple Faith, But A Great Comfort To Me, In These Last Days.

Miles Exhaled Carefully, Faint With Rage And Reminded Grief. He Does Not Know, He Told Himself. He Cannot Know... "ivan, One Of These Days Somebody Is Going To Pull Out A Weapon And Plug You, And You're Going To Die In Bewilderment, Crying, "what Did I Say? What Did I Say?" "what Did I Say?" Asked Ivan Indignantly.