I am remarkably likeable. Few people have ever been as likeable as I am. There is, frankly, no end to my likeability. People gather together in public assemblies to discuss how much they like me. I have several awards, and a small medal from a small country in South America which pays tribute both to how much I am liked and my general all around wonderfulness. I don't have it on me, of course. I keep my medals in my sock drawer.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

I lost some time once. It's always in the last place you look for it.

Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Stories are in one way or another mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn’t work. Like mirrors stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in darkness.