For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually make a man agree to his own destruction.

It is always hard to believe that the will to change something does not produce an immediate change.

I don't wish to inhabit the human world under false pretences.

Death is a dramatic accomplishment of absence; language may be almost as effective.

I had a cousin once who lived in your dictionary, inside the binding, and there was a tiny hole which he used for a door, and it led out between trichotomy and trick. Now what do you think of that? It was only a few minutes walk to trigger, then over the page to trinity, trinket and trional, and there my cousin used to fall asleep.

I must go down to the seas again to find where I buried the hatchet with Yesterday.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.