A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.

Mediocrity's like a spot on a shirt—it never comes off.

Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?

Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.

What do we talk about? Just ordinary things. What happened today, or books we've read, or tomorrow's weather, you know. Don't tell me you're wondering if people jump to their feet and shout stuff like 'It'll rain tomorrow if a polar bear eats the stars tonight!

Most of the psychological differences between men and women seem to come from differences in their reproductive system

In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out.