I am I, and yet I'm something more, because I feel that I am he as well: in other words, I am my father.

“Have you counted the trees?”

“I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.”

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

Adler says, “In fact, if we were to ask ourselves who is the strongest person in our culture, the logical answer would be, the baby. The baby rules and cannot be dominated.” The baby rules over the adults with his weakness. And it is because of this weakness that no one can control him.

”Oh, woe, woe, woe! If only the fortieth day would come sooner: to hear the tearful voices above me, the wailing of my spouse and the quiet weeping of my children!...”

“Well, look what he's weeping about: they'll stuff their faces with kutya and leave. Ah, if only someone would wake up!”

“Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.“

“Constructive anger,” the demon said, her voice dripping sarcasm.

“Also known as passion,” I said quietly. “Passion has overthrown tyrants and freed prisoners and slaves. Passion has brought justice where there was savagery. Passion has created freedom where there was nothing but fear. Passion has helped souls rise from the ashes of their horrible lives and build something better, stronger, more beautiful.”

@Isabel LaSainte, I really enjoy your quote about anger, especially since so many (myself included) who’ve been brought up with the idea to feel shame towards having anger.

“People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some sacred memory, preserved from childhood is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life he is safe to the end of his days, and if he has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.”

… Maria especially preferred spending the greater part of the day with her children in their play room and playing with them. Thus, from his very earliest years Nicholas was closely tied to his mother. This bond of theirs would remain especially close to the end.

Don't settle. Every time you settle, you get exactly what you settled for.

The smoke tasted of what he had known.

He, Dar Oakley, was himself inside a story, which was also inside him, packed within him like another Crow, and he knew now why he had for so long felt both crowded and empty.

”I hate him.

I hate Augustus. I see them hanging Eo together. They mock me. They laugh at me. I hate Antonia. I hate Fitchner. I hate Titus. I hate. I hate. I am burning and mad and sweating. I hate the Jackal. The Proctors. I hate. I hate myself for all I’ve done. All I’ve done. For what? To win a game. To win a game for someone who will never know about anything I do. Eo is dead. It isn’t as if she will ever be coming back to see all I have done for her.

Dead.”

"Men do their broken weapons rather use / Than their bare hands"