As a child I was an inveterate liar. As opposed to now, I am a Novelist.

So we gave up. I'd finally had enough of chasing after a ghost who did not want to be seen. We'd failed, maybe, but some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.

And in my classes, I will talk most of the time, and you will listen most of the time. Because you may be smart, but I've been smart longer.

I don't suppose I can wear the flamingo tie," he said as he pulled on black socks. "It's a bit festive, given the occasion," I responded. "Can't wear it to the opera," said the Colonel, almost smiling. "Can't wear it to a funeral. Can't use it to hang myself. It's a bit useless, as ties go." I gave him a tie.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

Facts, even false ones, cannot be copyrighted.

The preciousness of the moment, which should make it easier to talk, makes it harder.