I grant you he’s a genius, but don’t you dare try to tell me he’s sane. - Lois McMaster Bujold

He had been the end point of human evolution. At this moment he abruptly felt more like a missing link. I thought I knew everything. Surely I knew nothing. How had his own life become such a surprise to him, so utterly rearranged? His brain had whirled with a thousand plans for these tiny lives, visions of the future both hopeful and dire, funny and fearful. For a moment, it seemed to come to a full stop. I have no idea who these two people are going to be.

There were many Temple sorcerers in great Thasalon, which drew all men of ambition to it, whether like flies to honey or to manure a matter of opinion.

“You? I know you! You trust beyond reason.”
She met his eyes steadily. “Yes. It’s how I get results beyond hope. As you may recall.”