That's what my books are, now that I'm a grownup - mosaics of jokes.

Love is where you find it.

It's the emptiest and yet the fullest of all human messages: 'Good-bye.

Sometimes I think it is a great mistake to have matter that can think and feel. It complains so. By the same token, though, I suppose that boulders and mountains and moons could be accused of being a little too phlegmatic.

The Contessa was surely way ahead of her time, too, in believing that men were not only usless and idiotic, but downright dangerous. That idea wouldn't catch on big in her native country until the last three years of the Vietnam War.

The name of the new religion," said Rumfoord, "is The Church of God the Utterly Indifferent.

Big, undreamed-of things — the people on the edge see them first.