I was to be buried inside my own creation, the better to keep its secrets. I will not tell you more, for your sake. But if you ask, I will answer.

Woe to he who checkmates his opponents at last, only to discover they have been playing cribbage.

She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.

The world is unkind to the shoeless and frolicsome.

Could a dream kill a man? Could it strangle him where he sat sleeping?

If you are not setting a trap, then you are probably walking into one. It is the mark of the master to do both at once.

Love is the same as being lost,' says Jacques to the dark. 'Except you don't care that you're lost.

A train will bring you back to the place you came from, but it will not return you home.

Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

We are the beauty of the worldenveloped within the confines of a human structure:created out of love to lovefor all of eternity.

Sylvia grabs my sleeve. “He’s a looker.”“I know. The problem is, he knows it, too.

Live with integrity, respect the rights of other people, and follow your own bliss.

Human reproduction can be a sticky subject—” “Ewww!” groaned a chorus of students

Laws that do not embody public opinion can never be enforced.

What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change, and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure.

Don't go where I can't follow!

I played my age. Not bad.

I am free now to detach myself from what used to be.