Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!

And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance: some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...

When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.

Unified thinking without borders in apparent dimensions can only be strengthened when focused collectively 'internally'.

If you're brave enough to try, you might be able to catch a train from UnLondon to Parisn't, or No York, or Helsunki, or Lost Angeles, or Sans Francisco, or Hong Gone, or Romeless.

The centuries are sprinkled with rare magicwith divine creatureswho help us get past the common and extraordinary ills that beset us

If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.

If ever a player was out of his class that night it was me.

It drops down to a place I ain't going.

The loss of reason seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post.

For all-around, everyday, all-season wear, farmers can't be beat. They are inclined to chafe under the burden of leisure (a minor vexation on the farm), but they thrive on neglect and adversity.

I was an ugly child. I got lost on the beach. I asked a cop if he could find my parents. He said, 'I don't know. There's lots of places for them to hide'.

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.