It all sounds rather naive and sentimental to be talking about children laughing and dancing and singing together when we all know perfectly well that what children do in real life is snarl and take drugs.

We live in strange times. We also live in strange places, each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universe are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own.

The World Wide Web is the only thing I know of whose shortened form takes three times longer to say than what it's short for.

He was a man who was charged with the work he did in life because he was not one to ask questions — not so much on account of any natural quality of discretion as because he simply could never think of any questions to ask.

He didn't know why he had become president of the galaxy, except that it seemed a fun thing to be.

Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.

He turned slowly like a fridge door opening.