Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.

That's the purpose of old age... To give us a breathing space before we die, in which to see why we did what we did.

Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.

There's a hell of a lot of horny people out there who are not being gratified in the way they should be.

I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend