His mystery, it seemed, had just split into two. Mystery mitosis. It seemed a retrograde sort of progress. - Lois McMaster Bujold

“You think he’s a genius?” she said, raising her eyebrows. The high Vor twit?”
“I don’t know him quite well enough, yet. But I suspect so, a part of the time.”
“Can you be a genius part of the time?”
“All the geniuses I ever met were so just part of the time. To qualify, you only have to be great once, you know. Once when it matters.”

I won’t dismiss it from the list just yet. But it needs verification. Everything needs verification.

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart’s hope. It was what I wanted to be.