Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

If you're ever in doubt, throw a pepper in the air. If it fails to come down, you have gone mad, so don't trust in anything.

I shall pray for your soul,' promised Nessarose. I shall wait for your shoes,' Elphie answered.

Only he with the hobbled foot fully knows the beauty of running. Only he with the severed ear can apprehend what the sweetest music must sound like. Our ailments complete us.

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.

We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to be done about it. And nothing to be done about it.