A good question is, of course, the key by which infinite answers can be educed.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

Early in my school career, I turned out to be an incorrigible disciplinary problem. I could understand what the teacher was saying as fast as she could say it, I found time hanging heavy, so I would occasionally talk to my neighbor. That was my great crime, I talked in school.

The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it's bad for you.

I figure that if God actually does exist, he is big enough to understand an honest difference of opinion.

Radiation, unlike smoking, drinking, and overeating, gives no pleasure, so the possible victims object.

Plate glass... has no beauty of its own. Ideally, you ought not to be able to see it at all, but through it you can see all that is happening outside. That is the equivalent of writing that is plain and unadorned. Ideally, in reading such writing, you are not even aware that you are reading. Ideas and events seem merely to flow from the mind of the writer into that of the reader without any barrier between. I hope that is what is happening when you read this book