If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she'd be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death's a sure-fire method for stopping time.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

...we must be a beacon of hope, because if you tell people there's nothing they can do, they will do worse than nothing.

Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins.

So we couldn't mingle with them, but we could eavesdrop. We got our knowledge that way--we caught it like germs.

But it seems she’d wanted children after all, because when she was told she’d been accidentally sterilized she could feel all the light leaking out of her.

You couldn’t leave words lying around where our enemies might find them.

Why do we want other people to like us, even if we don't really care about them all that much?

If someone wants to suck your toes, those toes should be worth sucking.

I would die for you.

You can't move forward if you're still hanging on.

Be modest, be respectful of others, try to understand.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.

Our ideas need to become part of everyday discussion.

You never want to tie your responsibility to another's irresponsibility.

We all know that if you run, you are pretty much choosing a life of success because of it.

As a matter of fact, you have deficiencies in all religions, but you have truth in all religions.

Being a writer in a library is rather like being a eunuch in a harem.

One of the easiest ways to be irresponsible about power is to forget you have it.