Harry closed his eyes. He never wanted to open them again. His heart sent this message to his molecules: "For reasons obvious to all of us, this galaxy is dissolved!

Let there be nothing harmonious about our children's playthings, lest they grow up expecting peace and order, and be eaten alive.

Rabo Karabekian: I'm in the middle of a sentence. Circe Berman: Who isn't?.

Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency.

Women are so useless and unimaginative, aren't they? All they ever think of planting in the dirt is the seed of something beautiful or edible. The only missile they can ever think of throwing at anybody is a ball or a bridal bouquet.

I am of course a skeptic about the divinity of Christ and a scorner of the notion that there is a God who cares about how we are or what we do. ... Religious skeptics often become very bitter towards the end, as did Mark Twain. ... I know why I will become bitter. I will finally realize that I have had it right all along: that I will not see God, that there is no heaven or Judgement Day.

Love may fail, but #‎ courtesy will prevail.