Do I have to talk to insane people?" "You're a librarian now. I'm afraid it's mandatory.

The barriers between reality and fiction are softer than we think; a bit like a frozen lake. Hundreds of people can walk across it, but then one evening a thin spot develops and someone falls through; the hole is frozen over by the following morning.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

You speak baby gibberish?' asked Jack. 'Fluently. The adult-education center ran a course, and I have a lot of time on my hands.' 'So what did he say?' 'I don't know.' 'I thought you said you spoke gibberish?' 'I do. But your baby doesn't. I think he's speaking either pre-toddler nonsense, a form of infact burble or an obscure dialect of gobbledygook. In any event, I can't understand a word he's saying.' 'Oh.

We all make mistakes at some time in our lives, some more than others. It is only when the cost is counted in human lives that people really take notice.

That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

I wished I could share my own optimism.