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.

The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight.

Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.

That's what a conscience is made of, scar tissue ... Little strips and pieces of remorse sewn together year by year until they formed a distinctive pattern, a design for living.

You can't drown your troubles ... because troubles can swim.

Private problems don't constitute an excuse for bad manners.