I stayed there loving you, though the love made me, not sad but I guess melancholy, for a reason I couldn’t point to.

It is one of life's bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.

Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.

It looked like something the Hemlock needed, or a piece of equipment a plumber had left behind. It looked like none of your business.

Stretched out in front of me was my time as an adult, and then a skeleton, and then nothing except perhaps a few books on a few shelves.

It is very difficult to make one's way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world's way is so wicked to being with.

He who hesitates is lost