When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.

There is no such thing as an ex-exhibitionist.

You have what is known as a lot of character, meaning you can be wrong at the top of your lungs.

To the uneducated eye, as to the incurious mind, much of the world is in darkness, and a thousand songs are lost on the unlistening ear.

When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I'm inclined not to believe any of them.

The world of maps is nice and flat and simple. It has areas for people and areas for monsters. What a shock it is to discover the world is round and the areas merge and nothing separates the monsters and ourselves; that we are all whirling around in space together and there isn't even a graceful way of falling off.

People, alas, are more impressed by statistics than they are by ideas.