Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.

I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

but all I could think was in New York that kid would have been stuck in a straitjacket practically from birth and dangled over a tank full of Educational Consultants and Remedial Experts all snapping at his ankles for the next twenty years arguing about his Special Needs and getting paid plenty for it.

Such a courageous boy I was. To act brazenly under scrutiny and risk further injury to my wounded heart. Ah, the resilience, the blind, dumb persistence of youth.

Perhaps the way to succeed is to think of life on Earth as a colossal joke, a creation of such immense stupidity that the only way to live is to laugh until you think your heart will break.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?