Stil it takes you strange walking in your old foot steps like that. Putting your groan up foot where your chyld foot run nor dint know nothing what wer coming.

Iyther you dont know nothing or you know too much it dont seam like theres any thing in be twean.

O what we ben! And what we come to!

Christ did not die to save people, but to teach people how to save each other. This is, I have no doubt, a grave heresy, but it is also a fact.

You can almost always find chains of coincidence to disprove magic. That's because it doesn't happen the way it does in books. It makes those chains of coincidence. That's what it is.

Night does not show things, it suggests them. It disturbes and surprises us with its strangeness. It liberates forces within us which are dominated by our reason during the daytime.

My memories from my childhood are centered on my father's medical conditions alongside my constant desire to understand the principles of the nature around me.

The real fact is that I could no longer stand their eternal cold mutton.

The dangerous assumption we unknowingly accept in the American dream is that our greatest asset is our own ability.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again, Sorrow breeds sorrow, on grief brings forth twain.

Bullhorns are overrated: having ten times as many Twitter followers generates approximately zero times as much value.

It's relatively simple. If we're not getting more, better, faster than they are getting more, better, faster, then we're getting less, no better or more worse.