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She is not one to disdain truth indefinitely only because it is unpleasant.
The White Rose (1985)
The only exercise I get is jumping to conclusions.
The White Rose (1985)
The light overcame the shadow. But as always, the shadow left its taint on the victors.
The White Rose (1985)
Dawn comes early when you wish it would not. The hours flash when you want them to drag.
The White Rose (1985)
Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!
The White Rose (1985)
You can’t get out of getting old. You can’t get out of having a relationship change.
The White Rose (1985)
Bomanz had lived his lies so long he often lied to himself.
The White Rose (1985)
One’s own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.
The White Rose (1985)
You know you’re getting old when everything aggravates you.
The White Rose (1985)
I said, “I am a soldier, grown old and tired and confused. I have been fighting since before you were born. And I have yet to see anything gained.”
The White Rose (1985)
Old folks called the winter a harbinger of worse to come. But old folks always see today’s weather as more harsh than that of yore. Or milder. Never, never the same.
The White Rose (1985)
Why do sorcerers always use languages nobody understands? Even Goblin and One-Eye do it. Each has confided that he cannot follow the tongue the other uses. Maybe they make it up?
The White Rose (1985)
“Can you read?”
I nodded.
“Rules are posted over there. You got two choices. Obey them. Or be dead.”
The White Rose (1985)
Slight gasp. “You grow too bold.”
Didn’t I? “I’m sorry. Thinking out loud. An unhealthy habit known to be the cause of bruises and major hemorrhaging.”
The White Rose (1985)
Bomanz sighed. A man couldn’t get five minutes alone. What the hell did he get married for? Why did any man? You spent the rest of your life doing hard time, doing what other people wanted, not what you wanted.
The White Rose (1985)
An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.
The White Rose (1985)
This soiree must have been so big that if held today, we’d call it a war. Or at least a riot. On and on. So-and-so of such-and-such, with Lady Who’s-is, sixteen titles, four of which made sense. By the time the heralds finished proclaiming everyone, the party must have died of encroaching senility.
The White Rose (1985)