...morning is the soul's night.

Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it.

Talent is its own expectation, Jim: you either live up to it or it waves a hankie, receding forever.

It did what all ads are supposed to do: create an anxiety relievable by purchase.

It was when I was the age where you can, as they say, "hear voices" without worrying that something is wrong with you. I "heard voices" all the time as a small child.

The boy, who did everything well and with a natural unslumped grace the wraith himself had always lacked, and whom the wraith had been so terribly eager to see and hear and let him (the son) know he was seen and heard, the son had become a steadily more and more hidden boy, toward the wraith's life's end; and no one else in the wraith and the boy's nuclear family would see or acknowledge this, the fact that the graceful and marvelous boy was disappearing, right before their eyes. They looked but did not see his invisibility.

Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.