I can think of no more stirring symbol of man's humanity to man than a fire engine.

Her face ... was a one-of-a-kind, a surprising variation on a familiar theme - a variation that made observers think, Yes - that would be another very nice way for people to look. What Beatrice had done with her face, actually, was what any plain girl could do. She overlaid it with dignity, suffering, intelligence, and a piquant dash of bitchiness.

I don't reveal to her that I love her. I keep poker faced. She might as well be looking at a cantaloupe, there is so little information in my face, but my heart is beating.

Here was what Kilgore Trout cried out to me in my father's voice: "Make me young, make me young, make me young!

All was forgiven. All living things were brothers, and all dead things were even more so.

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.

I hope that my ideas attract a lively dialogue, even if my sentences are simple. Simple sentences have always served me well. And I don't use semicolons. It's hard to read anyway, especially for high school kids. Also, I avoid irony, too. I don't like people saying one thing and meaning the other.