Quotes from David Liss

I lived in Atlanta for a couple of years while getting my masters at Georgia State. I thought I hated it at the time, but I've been back a couple of times since, and there's no place I've lived to which returning is so much like visiting a place I only remember from my dreams.

I didn't want to write a book that suggested that magic good/technology bad.

Magic has been around forever, and it's also been in trouble forever. I'm not suggesting that there was ever a time when the practice of magic was celebrated by those in power. Actually, such practices were routinely demonized by monarchs and organized religions precisely because magic is inherently democratic.

I once spent a spent a summer selling encyclopedias door to door.

I was always a big Justice League fan. I always loved Batman, Superman - I have a weird Martian Manhunter fixation.

I am saying that while popular culture usually portrays practitioners of magic as separate from ordinary people, often biologically different, many people have habits or customs or superstitions that show magic was once a whole lot more democratic.

I imagine it is because you can lead him to a story for his newspaper, and if it is for his paper, it must be something to make Hamilton look poorly.

In 1985 I'd never seen a mullet before, had no idea what a mullet was, what it was called, or why someone might choose to endure such a thing except for the simple pleasure that comes from having two haircuts on one head. All I knew was that it looked monumentally stupid.

O mundo mudou, o senhor sabe. Ou mudamos com ele e prosperamos ou agitamos os punhos para o céu. Prefiro a primeira escolha. E quanto ao senhor, Weaver? O que prefere?

Thomas believes he has done a fine job of remaining sane the past weeks, but it has been a taxing day, and surely no one would blame him if he simply went mad. Lamentably, going mad will have to wait.

But if such things were common, then would we not know about them?" "They happen to women," Miss Feldstein says wearily. "And as we have just witnessed, when a woman makes a claim about her own body, men may find it convenient to disbelieve her.

Now I no longer believed that one man or even one group of men were responsible. There were too many connections, too many avenues of villainy. Too many men had too much power and knowledge, but none could be made to answer for their crimes because they hid themselves in endless mazes of deceit and fiction.

It is one thing to accept that one is powerless to stop the suffering in the world, but quite another to benefit from what brings misery to others.

Choices are in our power, but consequences are not.

The harm is in whom this system makes powerful. If value is no longer vested in gold, but in the promise of gold, then the men who make the promises hold ultimate power. If money and gold are one and the same, then gold defines value, but if money and paper are the same, then value is based upon nothing at all.

Yes, I know this narrative is crowded with beautiful women - Mrs. Pearson, Mrs. Maycott, Mrs. Lavien, Mrs. Bingham. We might form a cricket team of beautiful women. I cannot help it if they are the ones who excite my notice and so trouble myself to describe.

I would never find a bank launched for worse reasons by more inept men.

I did it, Mrs. Maycott, because I am a patriot, and if a man loves his country he must uphold the principles of that country even if doing so may make him uncomfortable in his own heart and odious to his neighbors.

Some would say you're abusing my generosity." "Impertinent bastards.

Life is full of misery and hardship, so grab your pleasures where you can.

Every time I have to make a choice," he said, "I feel the weight of making the right one—not just for the moment, not just for me, but for how my decisions will affect everyone. I'm terrified I'll do something, or not do something, and the consequences will be terrible.

Good Gad, Weaver. That look upon your face is one of inspiration. I hardly know you any longer.

To Any and All Persons Who have bought stock from, or sold stock to, Mr. Martin Rochester You are asked to attend Mr. Kent's Coffeehouse, in Peter Street, near Bloomsbury Square this Thursday between the hours of noon and three, at which time you will receive compensation for your time

There were no insurrectionists to fight, so some twenty men were rounded up and two sentenced to die, though they were both, in the end, pardoned.