“I prefer my history dead. Dead history is writ in ink, the living sort in blood.”

“My life was writ in red, in blood and wine.”

“He'll be down with the books. My old septon used to say books are dead men talking. Dead men should keep quiet is what I say. No one wants to hear a dead man's yabber.”

“I accept what I am, but I did not choose it. I experience human life in the only way I can, vicariously. I am a voracious consumer of books, tapes, holoplays, fictions and drama and histories of all sorts. I have experimented with dreamdust.”

“The tree had been dead a long time, but itseemed to live again in the fire”

“My mother told me that dead men don't sing”

“Do dead man dream?The dead themselves are silent on the matter”