Death and the end of one's life are two very different things indeed.

Religion isn't the cause of wars, it's the excuse.

I loved him, officer. More than any woman ever loved an egg.

Marriage, like spinach and opera, was something I had never thought I would like.

You many have noticed I have a temper ... but when I calmed down, I realized that this world, blighted and imperfect as it is, would be better with you in it.

Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.