We Remember The Details Of Our Story,

They Haven't Left Us Much To Believe, Have They? — Even Disbelief. I Can't Believe In Anything Bigger Than A Home, Or Anything Vaguer Than A Human Being.

Insecurity Twists Meanings And Poisons Trust. In A Closely Beleaguered City Every Sentry Is A Potential Traitor.

Rocinante Was Of More Value For A True Traveller Than A Jet Plane. Jet Planes Were For Business Men.

Hope Was An Instinct Only The Reasoning Human Mind Could Kill. An Animal Never Knew Despair.

You Cannot Conceive, Nor Can I, Of The Appalling Strangeness Of The Mercy Of God.