It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

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

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?

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

I'm a century old, an impossible age, and my brain has no anchor in the present. Instead it drifts, nearly always to the same shore. Today, as most days, it is 1962. The year I discovered love.

Osbert was the only one who didn't seem suspicious. He was so interested in the Decline of Western Civilization that he missed the version of it taking place under his nose.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?