Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can’t sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

The world had somehow gone too far, and spontaneous kindness could never be so easy.

There still might be a place for us somewhere.

Death meant little to me. It was the last joke in a series of bad jokes.