There are few sights sadder than a ruined book.

Never mind what my name is,” the man said. “No one can pronounce it anyway. Just call me Sir.

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we’d stop rattling, we’d adjust, we’d settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.

You know I want to be a director, but you could never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.

Composer” is a word which here means “a person who sits in a room, muttering and humming and figuring out what notes the orchestra is going to play.” This is called composing. But last night, the Composer was not muttering. He was not humming. He was not moving, or even breathing. This is called decomposing.

Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.