The Spoonsize Boys steal the dollhouse toys while the cat by the fire is curled. Then away they floats in their eggshell boats, down the drains to their underground world.

The wages of courage is death, lad, but it's the wages of everything else, too.

Certainly no valid answer is ever gained by excluding any factors of the problem; that was the Puritans' error.

Yeah, there's some unlikely beasts in the world, and it's best to stay near the ones that you've bought drinks for.

It wasn't fair, but fairness was something you had to go get; it wasn't delivered like the mail.

The seas and the weathers are what is; your vessels adapt to them or sink.

I think a lot of people in the Conservative party came from other parties. There wouldn't be a Conservative party today if people hadn't come from other parties.

I've learned that having a lot of money is more fun than not having a lot of money, and that once you've got it, it tends to grow all by itself, like a fire.

Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Do not doubt thyself, have faith in thy soul.

Walking on water is easy if you know where to step.

But the fact is, nobody gets off drugs unless they really want to, and I really wanted to.

notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening

If it were up to the executives, they probably wouldn't have directors at all.

The Falklands held a mirror up to our own islands, and it reflected, in brilliantly sharp focus, all our injured belittlement, our sense of being beleaguered, neglected and misunderstood.

Where you live determines what you see. The people you listen to influence what you hear.

No matter how long what I'm doing here lasts, I want to be a songwriter for the rest of my life. I love it and it's my escape.

I asked a coughing friend of mine why he doesn't stop smoking. 'In this town it wouldn't do any good,' he explained. 'I happen to be a chain breather.'

Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, although they come and go by day, are like the smith's bellows: they take breath but are not alive.