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

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

Any good marriage involves a certain amount of play-acting.

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.

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

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.

Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.