Do you know the sums that I do?” “I count my blessings.

They spoke in semaphore, all punctuation unnecessary.“You?”“Great.”They’d trimmed the language to its essentials. Before long it would just be consonants. Then silence.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector, " said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.

Rules meant order. Without them they’d be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

…believing sarcasm and rude remarks kept the monsters at bay. They didn’t.

Do you know why we’re all happy here, monsieur? Because it’s the last house on the road.

Good thing we weren't here when this happened, " Fred added. "We'd be pancakes - DEAD ones!

The day is ours, and what the day has shown.

MOTHER' A flower of our Life's garden, which we don't wanna let it withers ever.

The great thing about a computer notebook is that no matter how much you stuff into it, it doesn't get bigger or heavier.

Go Daddy is not just a job; it's a way of life. Our employees work hard, and offering great incentives is fun and productive for the company.

I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.

Cash is cold comfort under these circumstances. But make no mistake about it; It is some comfort.

Dressing is a pleasure; clothes are not a joke.

It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.