Things didn’t go exactly as planned, but I’m not dead, so it’s a win.

I certainly haven't stuck my face in the wilderness.

I have managed to conceal my madness fairly effectively, and as far as I know it hasn't hurt anybody badly, for which I am grateful.

A true Vor, Miles told himself severely, does not bury his face in his liegewoman's breasts and cry — even if he is at a convenient height for it.

Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning: "Holy Christ, whaddya know — I'm still around!" It's absolutely amazing that I survived all the booze and smoking and the cars and the career.

It is a miracle that one does not dissolve into one's bath like a lump of sugar.

How fortunate that science hasn't cracked human immortality. It's a great blessing that we can outlive old wars. And old warriors.

I am not a fate worse than death, dammit!

Thank God,
my name isn't in the list of those
who died or were
killed yesterday!

I'm so glad I didn't ruin a man's life by marrying him.

It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.

The waves have rolled in upon me, the billows have repeatedly broken over me: yet I am not sunk down.

I'm still alive, which is pretty cool.