And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.

I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

Perhaps it would really be rather dull to be married and settled for life. Liar! It would be heaven.

The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.