How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort.IN PAIRS.

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

Oh. I see. People don't want to see what can't possibly exist.

It would seem that you have no useful skill or talent whatsoever, " he said. "Have you thought of going into teaching?

His granny taught him to read, see. I reckon it overheated his mind.

I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, he said, BUT I COULD MURDER A CURRY.

And he goes around killing people?” said Mort. He shook his head. “There’s no justice.”Death sighed. No, he said... there’s just me.

It struck Mort with sudden, terrible poignancy that Death must be the loneliest creature in the universe. In the great party of Creation, he was always in the kitchen.

You've got to take the road you need to take, and only you can make that calculation. Not your dad, not your friend. You have to take it if you feel it instinctively.

My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.

I fully realize that the new organization is a human rather than a perfect instrumentality for the attainment of its great objective. As time goes on it will, I am sure, be improved.

God loves happy people.

... what is peculiar to our own age is the abandonment of the idea that history could be told truthfully.

Women mostly remember the men who made them laugh, and men - only the women who made them cry.

Happiness is such a fleeting point of view - there's no such thing as continual happiness.

You feign guilt in order to justify yourself.

Every civilization sees itself as the center of the world and writes its history as the central drama of human history.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.