The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

I wish people would quit telling me to think. I think. Thinking's easy. It's not thinking that's hard.

If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

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

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.

Don't borrow trouble. The interest is too high.