Destiny was apparently a word describing an individual’s desperate need for certainty. — Michael Moorcock

“Are you aware we anticipate the Apocalypse, von Bek?”

“The obsession’s common enough, Montsorbier, amongst ignorant folk.”

The English, I now know, eat mashed fish and deviled sheep’s hearts to guarantee a bad digestion (and consequent irritability). It is their abominable cooking which has given them half the world as their Empire.

You may be abandoned by Satan, Sir, and I abandoned by God, but that does not put us in the same cart, nor even upon the same road.