Growth purely for its own sake is the philosophy of cancer.

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

Marriage is an honorable estate and should not be used simply as an excuse for legal intercourse.

Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.

Sometimes choice is a luxury that fate does not afford us.

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.

Literary detection and firearms don't really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.