“I am beggining to realise," Alex murmured, "why people always hope for sons. It has nothing to do with producing an heir.""That was unkind," Octavia said, not sounding the least bit insulted."Females are a prodigious amount of work.”
“I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.”
“I had hoped for grace," I said, "not immortality"I wonder why so many people view sickness as a moral test. It has nothing to do with morals or grace. It's a physical test, and usually we lose.”
“I hope I make people feel better. I hope I take people out of their situations a little bit and make them happier. That's really why I do what I do.”
“Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.”
“I might be a touch of a sadist and a little bit jejune... but at least I'm not a victim, not any longer. I hope. I hope, therefore I am.”