Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly.
Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
The woman who preaches has poison religion. Let the respectable ones go
Dreams are the psyche's way of taking a good dump every now and then. And that people who dream - or don't dream in a way they can often remember when they wake up - are mentally constipated in some way.
People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings of flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.
He had never been a social man. He had shunned causes with contempt and disgust. They were for pig-simple suckers and people with too much time and money on their hands
He removed his unvaluable valuables and dumped his shirt, pants, and skivvies into a letter slot.
In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .
Once again there was the desert, and that only.
He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.
Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.
There was murder, there was rape, there were unspeakable practices, and all of them were for the good, the bloody good, the bloody myth, for the grail, for the Tower.
The trap had a ghastly perfection
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
The woman had looked into the abyss and then walked out across it.