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Jo nodded. The Vastalimi were stoic about many things, death notwithstanding. People came and went, that was the way of it, and there was no need to be overly disturbed; nothing could be done to change the general pattern, only the individual ones. Everybody got onto the hoverbus, and eventually, everybody got off; the questions were, how long was the ride, and how did you leave?

The good old days always seemed better in distant memory than they had actually been at the time.

But was it not you who used to tell me that the more you knew, the better? That knowledge was the sharpest fang?

When you worked in a profession whose tools included guns and bombs, death was always on the menu; only a matter of time until the order you placed arrived...

Old enough to look as if he knew what to do, young enough to look as if he could do it.

“Man proposes, God disposes,” Singh said.

Both fems looked at him. He shrugged. “Whenever you run into a situation that you cannot control, we on Ananda often find it convenient to blame it on God.”

The loudest sound on a battle field was click! when you were expecting bang! It was a never-ending wonder: What was going to go wrong next?

Rich people seldom run amok; They hire somebody to do that for them.

“One who searches for the definition ‘devious’ can find it listed under ‘human.’”

If it ain’t broke, don’t break it.

There are a lot of promises in the recycle bins of history.

In the land of the unarmed, the man with a rock was king.