She might have trusted you. But Mademoiselle Katherine has spent a great deal of her life listening, and those who have listened do not find it easy to talk; they keep their sorrows and joys to themselves and tell no one.

My hope is that when I die, all of hell rejoices that I’m out of the fight.

This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games.

Watch your interactions as you would look down out a window at street traffic. Everything comes and goes, and you simply register it without being involved. It may not be easy at first, but with practice you will find that your mind can function on many levels at the same time, and you can be aware of them all. It is only when you have a vested interest in any particular level that your attention gets caught in it, and you black out on other levels.

There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.

Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.

We should be considerate to the living; to the dead we owe only the truth.

I hope some day you find someone who is as committed to you as you are to not understanding me.