Alliteration seems to offend people.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

I fall down on the side of free will, simply because if you look at where I came from, and what I was able to do in my life, what was able to happen.

Loyal companions are an unequaled grace, stanching fear before it bleeds you numb, a reliable antidote for creeping despair.

Every world has dogs or their equivalent, creatures that thrive on companionship, creatures that are of a high order of intelligence although not the highest and that therefore is simple enough in their wants and needs to remain innocent. The combination of their innocence and their intelligence allows them to serve as a bridge bewtween what is transient and what is eternal, between the finate and the infinate.

Guilt is a tireless horse. Grief ages into sorrow, and sorrow is an enduring rider.

Vladimir Nabokov said the two great evils of the 20th century were Marx and Freud. He was absolutely correct.