There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

The shuddering would not stop. The pain was like the end of the world. He thought: There comes a point when the very discussion of pain becomes redundant. No one knows there is pain the size of this in the world. No one. It is like being possessed by demons.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.

Laughter... is like a hurricane: once it reaches a certain point, it becomes self-feeding, self-supporting. You laugh not because the jokes are funny but because your own condition is funny.

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.