A Weapon Is A Device For Making

Not That I Haven't Leaped Up Into The Blinding Light Of Competence Now And Then. It's Sustaining The Altitude That Defeats Me.

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.

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

If You Desire A Man To Tell You Comfortable Lies About Your Prowess, And So Fetter Any Hope Of True Excellence, I'm Sure You May Find One Anywhere. Not All Prisons Are Made Of Iron Bars. Some Are Made Of Feather Beds.

The Most Important Thing About Quests, He Decided, Was Not In Finding What You Went Looking For, But In Finding What You Never Could Have Imagined Before You Ventured Forth.