Was destiny anything but chance? Probably. But the odds against this happening on Earth were infinity to one. - Philip José Farmer

Suddenly, he was weeping. The tears were for the good things that had been or might have been, for the bad things that had been but should not have been.

Shadows would be moving inside shadows; daggers would be unsheathed; the air would get gray and chill with stealth and intrigue; blood would spurt. And the sleeping would do well to stir.

I’m not a Christian,” Göring said. “I admire a man who can admit that. I don’t think I ever met a preacher who came out and said so, in so many words.