... If we don't tell strange stories, when something strange happens we won't believe it.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

. . . as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

I know they are naught things, but I devour novels.” (p. 57).