A weed is a plant out of place.

I told her the world was full of nice people. I'd have hated to try to prove it to her, but I said it, anyway.

If the Good Lord made a mistake in us people it was in making us want to live when we’ve got the least excuse for it.

Then he laughed and she laughed. And quivering with the movement of the train, the dead man seemed to laugh too.

A weed is a plant out of place.

It doesn't matter what answers you get if you ask the wrong questions.

There is only one plot-things are not what they seem.