There's no such thing as a normal life. Some lives are just more interesting than others, and we shouldn't judge people for being boring.

When you're going to play with dead things, do it during the daylight.

I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been.” –Enid Healy

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

They come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.