A good motto in life, he'd reckoned, was: don't eat anything that glows.

Maurice watched them argue again. Humans, eh? Think they're lords of creation. Not like us cats. We know we are. Ever see a cat feed a human? Case proven.

But there was more to it than that. As the Amazing Maurice said, it was just a story about people and rats. And the difficult part of it was deciding who the people were, and who were the rats.

I am not so blind that I can't see darkness.

Men are minded to conjure the most extraordinary tales about women who would question their place in the world.

I smell him in intervals, in varieties, in ways I don’t quite understand.

A seminary professor I once knew told his students, “Never preach about hell without tears in your eyes.

Oh, pity the poor gluttonWhose troubles all beginIn struggling on and on to turnWhat's out into what's in.

No point is of more importance than that the right of impeachment should be continued. Shall any man be above Justice?

My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.

Throughout the years I have tried to hone my skills to gain mastery over the music in my head.

I never drink. I cannot do it, on equal terms with others. It costs them only one day; but me three, the first in sinning, the second in suffering, and the third in repenting.

The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.

Writing is a form of self-flagellation.