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One Learns Better Than To Hand One's Choices To Fear. With Age, With Every Wound And Scar, One Learns.

"it Was Suicide, Wasn't It?" "in An Involuntary Sort Of Way," Said Vorob'yev. "these Cetagandan Political Suicides Can Get Awfully Messy, When The Principal Won't Cooperate." "thirty-two Stab Wounds In The Back, Worst Case Of Suicide They Ever Saw?" Murmured Ivan, Clearly Fascinated By The Gossip. "exactly, My Lord."

All The Geniuses I Ever Met Were So Just Part Of The Time. To Qualify, You Only Have To Be Great Once, You Know. Once When It Matters.

There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes A Library When Its Owner Is Gone.

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.