There are none of you, good doctors, could cope with my family anyway.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

There's no such thing as civilization. The word just means the art of living in cities.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

Don't wake me for the end of the world unless it has very good special effects.