Those women like to see their tongues dance.

Journalism keeps you planted in the earth.

Kill two birds with one stone, feed the homeless to the hungry.

Don't think about things, just do them; don't predict them, just make them.

If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.

One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months, and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more.

Kerosene," he said, because the silence had lengthened, "is nothing but perfume to me.