it is a sad truth in life that when someone has lost a loved one, friends sometimes avoid the person, just when the presence of friends is most needed.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

My chauffer once told me that I would feel better in the morning, but when I woke up the two of us were still on a tiny island surrounded by man-eating crocodiles, and, as I'm sure you can understand, I didn't feel any better about it.

Why not rise from the grave and terrorize a little instead of staying buried and dead in the cemetery?

I was not a particularly brave child, I think, because I had a narrative mind, because my mind automatically went to any terrible thing that could happen.

There is only laughing across the land as the car moves you along, on your way someplace with love in the car.

You would run much slower if you were dragging something behind you, like a knapsack or a sheriff.