They spoke in semaphore, all punctuation unnecessary.“You?”“Great.”They’d trimmed the language to its essentials. Before long it would just be consonants. Then silence.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector, " said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.

Rules meant order. Without them they’d be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

…believing sarcasm and rude remarks kept the monsters at bay. They didn’t.

Do you know the sums that I do?” “I count my blessings.

Do you know why we’re all happy here, monsieur? Because it’s the last house on the road.

We often settle for what's available and what's available isn't always great. You are destined to achieve greatness!

Music was all over my house, and all over literally my genetic house, and my house in the literal sense. So I kind of couldn't avoid it.

We take less pains to be happy, than to appear so.

Humor, danger and a twisted tangle of unlikely prophecies make for a page-turning adventure.

When one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a man that observes and narrates it and no longer the man that performed it.

I know it's hard on her. If I don't tell her she'll kill me." He pauses. "That was supposed to be funny.

When you know what's important, it's a lot easier to ignore what's not.

It's not easy to forgive. I definitely don't forget, but I do forgive and I think that you should.

A fool is a person who guesses and gets it wrong, a clever man is one who guesses, regardless of time period, and gets it right.

I don't think there will ever be a time when people will stop wanting to bring about change.