We are a nation of children letting horrible things happen, and flunking Calc.

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.

I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.

How do you do?" said Violet. "How do you do?" said Klaus. "Odo yow!" said Sunny.

Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

But there are times in this harum-scarum world when figuring out the right thing to do is quite simple, but doing the right thing is simply impossible.

It is likely I will die next to a pile of things I was meaning to read.