I have a kind of psychic invisibility. As long as I can stay scared, I can keep people from seeing me. That's what we have to count on. - Larry Niven

Yes, the bleeding heart was something else again. A gruesome symbol on a vivarium floor. Fingers that broke without their owner noticing. An ink drawing appearing from nowhere on a dossier cover, like a signature. A signature.

No, no. Murder and war are not the same. The intent is different, and the intent counts for a good deal.

"There were the meaningless greetings the humans called "formalities": insincere inquiries into the state of health, nebulous benedictions and hopes for past well-being; all compensations for the lack of human Mediators."