A piano might fall on your head, he said, but it also might not. And in the meantime you never know. Something nice might happen.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

I didn't seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

It might go down better than appearing as a giant reptile encased in a ball of fire and forcing yourself on her.' 'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?