He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks.

I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.

How can I tell," said the man, "that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?

Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.

Earth: mostly harmless

I think all cats are wild. They only act tame if there´s a saucer of milk in it for them.