The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.

That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it'd lose even its imperfection.

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.

Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.