“Whatever discoveries have been made in the land of self-delusion, many undiscovered regions remain to be explored.”

“...this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of Arbell had been searching for some time for a way to leave her lover—although she was unaware of this, it is only fair to record. And so as Cale waited for her to save him while he worked out a way of saving her, she had already chosen the bitter but reasonable path of the good, of the many over the one...”

“Many are called, few are chosen.”

“Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.”

“Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.”

“...and what is a good weapon but a good idea made murderous flesh?”

“Hypocrites,’ replied Cale, ‘I’ve come across a lot of them recently. I mean by that I understand now how many of them there are.”