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It had been a marihuana party. My wife and I tried to explain to her what this meant. That marihuana was the bait, and dope addiction the trap.

There are no finite answers to many questions. What really counted was your thought process.

In trying to formalize a rule, we look for truth, but what we find is knowledge, and what we fail to find is certainty. This limitation has no special bearing on the knowledge of self.

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

It is a human failing, to attribute the best of motives to those we know the least, and the worst to those we love best.

I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.

Questions are dangerous because they have answers

There is something innately pitiful about a man in vambraces spewing up his breakfast.

Fancy wording, right? That's what comes from hanging out with a six-hundred-year-old Eastern European nobleman.

Somewhat to my surprise, there were several polite golf claps. Vampires.

As much as I might wish for a reason I could understand, in my heart, and not only in the dark intuitive part of me that shuddered away from such comprehension, it would never come.

Ben Lewis. He's in Afghanistan. He is? I blinked. In the army ? Well, he's not there on his honeymoon.

a surge of grief, I, who had never known men, as I stood in front of this man who had wanted to overcome fear and despair to enter eternity upright and furious.

I've got a library copy of Gone with the Wind , a quart of milk and all these cookies. Wow! What an orgy!

Hetty's teasing you,' said Marvo. He grinned and flexed his muscles. 'How about a fairy frock for me instead?

Her feet wriggled against me like little puppies under the blanket.

Because it's such a silly girly

Was it that she did not trust happily ever after, that she was deliberately indifferent to the possibility? Or was happily ever after another one of time's secrets, waiting to be revealed on the journey?

It is interesting, Maisie, how a time of war can give a human being purpose. Especially when that purpose, that power, so to speak, is derived from something so essentially evil.

Yet the alternative he had suggested smacked of privilege, and wasn't privilege always bolstered by a discrimination of sorts?

Fancy 'avin' to say you work for the Murder Squad, eh, Miss? Don't exactly warm folk to you, does it?

I would think you an utter fool if you did not doubt me, warrior. Instead, I am forced to respect your uncommon intelligence. Now what, do you suppose, should I do from there?

Damn. Not even joined yet and you're already using the headache excuse.

and in the homosexual phase which would follow Eurydice's death ... Orpheus sings no more, he writes.