Now, I have nothing against the public school system as it is presently organized, once you allow the humor of its basic assumption about how it is possible to teach things to children.

God! Whose hand was I holding?

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

On the moon we have everything. Lettuce, and pumpkin pie and Amanita phalloides. We have cat-furred plants and horses dancing with their wings. All the locks are solid and tight, and there are no ghosts.

Fear," the doctor said, "is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. We yield to it or we fight it, but we cannot meet it halfway.

I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.

Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.