And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

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

The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. "There are those," it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one - after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?

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

Take one, and you cannot take the other. But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold.