I'm sure there's an alternate universe where I got to become a pulpy science fiction writer.

Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.

I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.

Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead