Because there's someone else here in East Carmin. Someone hopelessly unsuitable. It's all a really bad idea and will lead to trouble of the worst sort. But no matter what, every minute in her presence makes my life a minute more complete.

I still feel threatened by academics, but my books have a lot of academic in-jokes and everybody assumes I went to university and studied English.

How many people want to read about three disreputable pigs and a dopey wolf with a disposition towards house demolition?

If only life were that simple; if one could jump to the good parts and flick through the bad.

Governments and fashions come and go but Jane Eyre is for all time.

He was, after all, the ultimate rebel -- it takes a lot of cojones to stand up to Zeus.

Social mores change with time, like fashion - who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become "abominations," although I'm not sure recycling one's aunt will ever truly catch on.