Homer and Candy passed by the empty and brightly lit dispensary; they peeked into Nurse Angela's empty office. Homer knew better than to peek into the delivery room when the light was on. From the dormitory, they could hear Dr. Larch's reading voice. Although Candy held tightly to his hand, Homer was inclined to hurry - in order not to miss the bedtime story.

So, I don't work in terms of real time. I don't work in a timely fashion.

...every study of the gods, of everyone's gods, is a revelation of vengeance towards the innocent.

I am compulsive about writing, I need to do it the way I need sleep and exercise and food and sex; I can go without it for a while, but then I need it.

He was one of those people things came easily to, but he did little to demonstrate that he deserved to be gifted.

There is no straightforward negotiation with a four year old.

What was even more germane was my study of the history of religion. It was one of the few things in school I was fascinated by.