Ecstasy hates company.

Evolution can't be predicted, Julian used to tell me; it's a scattershot business; it fires, but it doesn't aim.

I understand so very little. But I am not afraid to look: I am a good observer at last. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.

I would confront the thieves, I thought, and the self-evident justice of my case would cause them to crumble before me. I don't know why I expected such extravagant results from the application of mere justice. That kind of calculation is seldom borne out by worldly events.

I don't believe money is evil, but it can be terribly corrosive.

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

Personally, I don't believe in anything more supernatural than what you read about in the Bible, and I only believe that one day out of seven.