They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

You don't have to turn on the TV set. You don't have to work on the Internet. It's up to you.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

I'm not anyone, I'm just myself; whatever I am, I am something, and now I'm something you can't help.

Science-fiction balances you on the cliff. Fantasy shoves you off.

I'll be darned!" said Douglas. "I never thought of that. That's brilliant! It's true. Old people never were children!" "And it's kind of sad," said Tom, sitting still."There's nothing we can do to help them.