Reading takes time, and the glass teat takes too much of it.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

...stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.

Superstition, like true love, needs time to grow and reflect upon itself.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

I'd been raised by my parents to believe barfing your feelings on other people was the height of impoliteness.

The town kept its secrets, and the Marsten House brooded over it like a ruined king.