What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.

It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.

As a teenager I wrote to R.A. Lafferty. And he responded, too, with letters that were like R.A. Lafferty short stories, filled with elliptical answers to straight questions and simple answers to complicated ones.

Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.

When you start off, you have to deal with the problems of failure. You need to be thickskinned, to learn that not every project will survive.

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.