It's nice when somebody tells you about their uncle. Especially when they start out telling you about their father's farm and then all of a sudden get more interested in their uncle.

Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.

The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck.

The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.

It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.