Quotes About Precis

Books cut shorter. Condensations. Digests. Tabloids. Everything boils down to the snap ending.

The poetry, if you will, of life is reduced to this sort of dry, scientific, you know, it's the worst sort of précis of who we are.

Ogial picked up a note and twiddled it in his fingers in Penric's direction.  Penric took it gingerly.  The crisp writing didn't add much to the archdivine's precis, beyond the nameless patient's guessed age, early twenties, and coloration—caramel skin, curly dark hair, brown eyes—which described half the folk in Adria.  The reported drooling, thrashing, and broken speech could denote, well, any number of conditions.

From the beginning, then, but briefly.