Executive power in any nation arguably has more in common with executive power in another country than with the citizens it should serve.

And don't tell me the end justifies the means because it doesn't. We never reach the end. All we ever get is means. That's what we live with.

That's what you get for ignoring the beauty of Tupperware.

I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes.

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.

Ninjas are silly. They are the flower fairies of gong fu and karate.

Photography is without mercy--though it's nonsense to say it does not lie. Rather, it lies in a particular, capricious way which makes beggars of ministers and gods of cat's meat men.

We need to create the institutions that will support the society we want to live in. The only answer is collective action.

I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.

Children, bored and opinionated, are scholars of the most dogmatic stripe.

Law is error, you see. It's an attempt to write down a lot of things everyone ought to know anyway.

Bess stepped back and looked at Nancy admiringly. 'Your hunches are so often right it startles me.

From its brilliancy everything is illuminated.

The society killed Kendra." ... Don't mention it to Verl. He might dive into a chasm.

There are certain relationships I think I'm great at: I'm the world's greatest daughter. I'm a great relative. I believe I'm a great friend.

We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.

I don't know what my limitations are until I reach them. I look for the challenge.

I find writing extremely difficult. I usually have to drag myself to my desk, mainly because I doubt myself. And it's getting harder because I want to improve with every book.

We live in our fantasies and endure our realities.

When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from thence to the university, where it was carefully taken out of him.

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.