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

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

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

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.

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.

It was not a big smile, not particularly bold or polite or ironic or glib, not asking for anything or offering anything, not stringy or careless, not, in short, like any smile I had ever experienced before. But such a smile! You could burn a hole in the world with that smile.

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