Against ignorance, God Himself is helpless.

Hopeful people are more easily controlled, but the volume must be managed. Too much hope leaves a person emboldened and resistant. Too little leaves them disabled and useless. But just the right amount of hope subjugates them. They cradle it like a dying ember, and they'll do anything to keep the wind from extinguishing it. They'll serve.

You get to take what this world gives you.

At last, the clock settled in the right place.

They waited and watched, while the clocks seemed to resist time.

Within her simple, terrified mind, swift calculations of distance and speed were at work, and her face advertised the disappointing results.

The door closed and darkness claimed the room.

He celebrated his solitude with a frown.

Her eyes flashed seven kinds of hell.

You have to get angry in the face of bad situations. It's the most effective way to escape the bridles of despair.

When the people are not enlightened enough to exercise intelligent control, you take it from them, not to command their lives, but to create a safe depository for the ultimate powers.

Never apologize for correct actions.

She looked at his face. So old and wrinkled. So beautiful and just right.

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

Claire's face looking pretty and serene, as if she were gifted with a madness that left her ignorant of worry.

It's bad luck not to believe in luck.

As she gobbled up the miles, big ravines appeared before her, their starving mouths open for the swallow.