Forever encased in the amber of a writer's prose.

There are always loose ends in real life.

The whole world's writing novels, but nobody's reading them.

He wondered fleetingly how many people who sat alone for hours as they scribbled their stories practiced talking about their work during their coffee breaks....

the walking stick, like a burqa, conferred protective status...

...the safest way of ensuring that secret information did not leak was not to tell anybody about it.

My heart is filled with endless praise.

Here, I stole it for you. Why don’t you tell me what it’s for.”“Aw, Sophronia, how thoughtful. You brought me a present!

Let me tell you, if your marriage is in trouble, skip the therapist and find a psycho. Nothing brings people together faster.

The third eye is located between the eyebrows and a little above. The heart center is located directly in the center of the chest. The naval center is about two inches below the navel.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

I don't know which is worse - to have somebody you DON'T like ask you to marry him or NOT have some one you DO like. Both are rather unpleasant.

For the devil is better pleased with coarse blockheads and with folks who are useful to nobody; because where such characters abound, then things do not go on prosperously here on earth.

Some people are born to fit the times.

An Englishman's car is his castle on wheels.

I never let anybody get out of there a winner.