Right, well, we've got to work out what we need. We've got to work out what we need, how we get it, and what we need to get to get what we need.

Doors are for people with no imagination.

I love you all, even those I don’t particularly like. That’s you, Beryl.

I'm placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don't know, possibly littering.

Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two where the mystery lies.

A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?

What would killing the Elders result in?" "Panic? Fear? Three empty parking spaces in the Sanctuary?

China is the same age as I am, and even I have to admit that she wears it better!" He laughed, then stopped and peered at her. "Because I'm a skeleton" he explained.

Cheer up everyone, " he said, a new brightness to his voice. "Since we’re all going to die horribly anyway, what’s there to be worried about?

Tides do what tides do–they turn.

Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?""Nope. Vampires tan, just like you and me. Well, just like you. I tend to bleach.

My mom says . . . there are bad people who hurt others for fun . . . and there are good people who do it by accident. Like, they make a mistake? I think you're a good person.

Now that it is obvious we are falling at a furious speed, we are now just anticipating how much area will be covered by the dust from impact, how many more will not see their fall coming.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

Nathan McEuen's light is shining bright. A fine singer, guitarist and an excellent songwriter. There is hope on the horizon.

Differences can be strength rather than a handicap.

At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.

A tuna steak and a salad? Seventy bucks. Welcome to Los Angeles.

We are speeding up our lives and working harder in a futile attempt to buy the time to slow down and enjoy it.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

Ages when custom is unsettled are necessarily ages of prophecy. The moralist cannot teach what is revealed; he must reveal what can be taught. He has to seek insight rather than to preach.