Libraries are the thin red line between civilization and barbarism.

I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

Coming over from England, I was awe-struck by what Americans do at Halloween. I find it magnificent. In England, you get the occasional fancy dress party.

I know that this is the internet, and we're all anonymous and all that, but really. It doesn't hurt to try to be nice.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-blossom' at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark.

Mr. Vandemar showed them his teeth, demonstrating his sunny and delightful disposition. It was unquestionably the most horrible thing Richard had ever seen.