Paul

“As the twain eyed each other challengingly through the murky fog lit indirectly by distant torches, they were already dimly aware that they were two long-sundered, matching fragments of a greater hero and that each had found a comrade who would outlast a thousand quests and a lifetime—or a hundred lifetimes—of adventuring.”
― Fritz Leiber, The Adventures of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser: Swords and Deviltry, Swords Against Death, and Swords in the Mist

“As a matter of fact he had not. And, thinking it now, he felt the chill of the ocean ease back into its grip around him; the enervating cold plundered his loins, his heart—he felt himself freeze, within, into frightened immobility, like a defenseless minor creature; his fear deprived him of his sense of being human, and of being a man. It was not a man’s fear; it was the fear of a small animal. It shrank him, as if devolving him into ages past; it eradicated the contemporary aspects of his self, his being. God, he thought. I am feeling a fear that is millions of years old.”
― Philip K. Dick, Galactic Pot-Healer

“You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn’t, he sent men to come and take it away.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

“Things git easy when it’s nothing else to do. I known that when I weren’t no biggern you are, boy.”
― Harry Crews, A Childhood: The Biography of a Place