Columbus is a town in which almost anything is likely to happen, and in which almost everything has.

What would you do without me? Say 'nothing.'" "Nothing," said the Prince. "Good. Then you're helpless and I'll help you.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.

Most of the faint intimations of immortality of which we are occasionally aware would seem to arise out of Art or the materials of Art.

Well, if I called the wrong number, why did you answer the phone?

Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!

The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms -hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.