Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight.

The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen.

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.

Now me, ” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot, ” he added, helpfully.

The abbot cleared his throat. "You are all very stupid people, " he told them graciously, "and you do not know anything at all.

Sometimes there is nothing you can do.

I have always felt, ” he said, “that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats

The marquis stared at Richard, openly amused. "What a refreshing mind you have, young man, " he said. "There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

Without God, right and wrong are just personal beliefs. Personal opinions. I think shoplifting is okay, you don’t.

Rock and roll music - the music of freedom frightens people and unleashes all manner of conservative defense mechanisms.

Chihuahua. There's a waste of dog food. Looks like a dog that is still far away.

We class schools into four grades: leading school, first-rate school, good school and school.

We have a big opportunity in China. We think the number of stores here can rival the number in North America.

In Delaware, the largest growth in population is Indian-Americans moving from India. You cannot go to a 7-11 or a Dunkin Donuts unless you have a slight Indian accent. I'm not joking.

In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.

He who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another's lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other.

Giger’s work disturbs us, spooks us, because of its enormous evolutionary time span. It shows us, all too clearly, where we come from and where we are going.