If she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live.

Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

I'm going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don't think I don't know how this might end. I've known it for years.

Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company.

Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice.

You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!

It is not about striving for immortality, but about accepting mortality.