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The fountains are dusty in the Graveyard of Dreams; The hinges are rusty, they swing with tiny screams.
"In a religious community, the village atheist keeps his doubts to himself.
People aren't meant to do things; they mean to do things, and nine times out of ten, they end by doing them.
"Maybe if there weren't so many guns around, there wouldn't be so much trouble."
"Guns don't make trouble; people make trouble. If the troublemakers are armed, you have to be armed too.
'To argue with those who have renounced the use and authority of reason is as futile as to administer medicine to the dead.'
The way to keep a secret was to confide it to nobody; every time you did, you doubled, maybe even squared, the chances of exposure.
'A bear can make money sometimes, and a bull can make money sometimes, but in the long run, a hog always loses.'
absolute justice wasn't the last thing anybody in his right senses would want; a robot-judge would have the whole planet in jail inside a month.
"Revealed in a dream!" the old Rebel snorted. "One thing you can always get away with lying about is what you dream."
As far as anybody outside ourselves will know, Merlin will still be solving everybody's problems. We'll do like any fortuneteller; tell the customer what he wants to believe and keep him happy."
