You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.

Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get in the habit of thinking, this is the world, but that's not true at all. The real world is a much darker and deeper place than this, and much of it is occupied by jellyfish and things.

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.