In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a character's and let his perceptions take over.

Miss Sevier in high school told us the police think we have knives or guns in our pockets and that they have killed people who were just trying to get out their IDs. I think that is wrong, but I read where the court decided it was all right if the police were really scared. Yet if anybody else is really scared of the police it’s not all right for the scared person to kill a policeman.

Of death I am as certain as any mortal, Ammerlin, but defeat is certain only in despair.

It may be far in the future, but there’s some kind of logical way to get from where we are to where the science fiction is.

The quietness spread, from gray eyes that held no hatred for those who spat at her face or tasted her blood, from a voice that could scream in pain yet mouth no curses after, that spoke, between screams, in a steady confirmation of all good. Those.

Vengeance is not justice; vengeance is not wise.

You’ll find, someday,” Paks found herself saying, “that your own tongue cuts you worse than any blade. I.

Apparently they didn’t realize that people who buy thousands of rounds of ammo are likely to know how to use it. We.

The test of a sword is not its polish but its temper.

I’ve taught Sunday school, I’ve sung in the choir, I directed a choir.