I've known ambitious people with no aptitude for the thing they did. Most of whom, rather terrifyingly, tended to succeed.

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.

I wanted to write something that would be a comedy in the sense of making people feel happier when they finish it than they did when began it.

If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.

Goodnight world. While I sleep, I hope you'll all continue to do whatever it is you do. Unless you murder sleeping authors. Don't do that.