I guess I'm the Black Death,' he said slowly. 'I don't seem to bring people happiness any more.

Never walk near the bed; to a ghost your ankle is your most vulnerable part-once in bed, you're safe; he may lie around under the bed all night, but you're safe as daylight. If you still have doubts pull the blanket over your head.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

Life is progressive, no matter what our intentions.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.

One hurries through, even though there's time; the past, the continent, is behind; the future is the glowing mouth in the side of the ship; the dim, turbulent alley is too confusedly the present.