The painting was framed in a misty view of sky, sea, and valley. Newt's painting was small, black, and warty. It consisted of scratches made in a black, gummy impasto. The scratches formed a sort of spider's web, and I wondered if they might not be the sticky nets of human futility hung up on a moonless night to dry.

I found me a place where I can do good without doing any harm, and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home.

Evolution is so creative. That's how we got giraffes.

Even as I speak, the very last polar bear may be dying of hunger on account of climate change, on account of us. And I sure miss the polar bears. Their babies are so warm and cuddly and trusting, just like ours.

That’s the attractive thing about war,” said Rosewater. “Absolutely everybody gets a little something.

Just because something feels better than anything else, that doesn't mean it's good for you.

History is merely a list of surprises... It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again.