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

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

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.

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

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

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