Children do make life more interesting, he thought.

It did a man no harm to get drunk now and then, but only now and then.

I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you.” He grinned and finished building the fire. “OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG.” “Role-playing game?” she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back – for the first time since they met, she realized. “Rocket Propelled Grenade,” he said.

Oh Powers of Earth and Sky, what is it that you’ve brought back, to run wild once more upon the ridge of the world?

Fear worked both ways – if you suppressed the physical symptoms, it calmed your mind.

And doesn’t everything die and return; the grass, the trees, the fields? Why not us?

Grief is the tribute we pay the dead,” she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. “But they don’t ask more than we can afford to give. They’ve never really gone from us, you know, those we love; they’re part of our story, and we of theirs.

To take life was to understand your own death – that the Hour of the Huntsman also came for you.

Being ignorant is truly bliss compared to being misinformed, especially if you’re aware of the depths of your own ignorance.

Because those events are so real that they cast their shadow forward and backwards through all time, whenever men think of these matters at all. Even if they are mired in ignorace, they will see... fragments of the Truth, as men imprisoned in a cave see shadows cast by the sun. Likewise, all men derive their moral intuitions from God; how not? There is no other source, just as there is no other way to make a wheel than to make it round.