His avenging angel had come to call him home. A suicide was waiting for him back in his own world, and by now he ought to have learned enough to get through it successfully.

Well, the family always was bright, and brightness, as you know, decays brilliantly.

She wasn't afraid of doing good or of resisting evil. She was merely afraid she might not be able to tell the difference.

No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

I actually prefer female voices to listen to, mostly, but among the male singers whose voices I like are Jeff Buckley, Art Garfunkel, that sort of voice. Contemporary crooners rather than rockers.

Happy endings are still endings.

Forgive us our trespasses," says Margarethe, "and get out of our way.