To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.

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

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries." "I'm tired of mysteries." "Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt.

The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.