Ningauble shrugged. You're a hero. You should know.

Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.

The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.

I abominate any organization that denies cats are people!

Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement; it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.

Of course, if you assume a big enough conspiracy, you can explain anything, including the cosmos itself.

There are vampires and vampires, and not all of them suck blood.

What was life worth, anyway, if you had to sit around remembering not to mention this, that, and the other thing because someone else might be upset?

The gods spend the wealth the universe gathers, they scan the wonders and fling them to nothingness. That's why they're the gods! I told you they were devils.

There was always something new to be seen in the unchanging night sky.

Nations are as equal as so many madmen or drunkards.

I think the prime reason for existence, for living in this world, is discovery.

Only the impossible is worth doing.

If I had, say, a tall, amateur male lead living on the campus of a rural college (Six Years), the next book might feature a short, cop who lives in the heart of Manhattan (Missing You).

We've become a culture where earning money doesn't entitle you to it, but wanting it does. That is the essence of redistribution.

I don't believe in miracles. I believe in character

To claim that music is more important than oxygen would be trite and sentimental. It would also be true.

If we cut speed and relax with what’s going on in our life right now, kindness and patience will naturally come about.

Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

The personal appropriation of cliches is a condition for the spread of cultural tourism.