Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.

Stories are artifacts, not really made things which we create and can take credit for, but pre-existing objects which we dig up.

What if there were no grownups? Suppose the whole idea of grownups was an illusion? What if their money was really just playground marbles, their business deals no more than baseball-card trades, their wars only games of guns in the park? What if they were all still snotty-nosed kids inside their suits and dresses? Christ, that couldn't be, could it? It was too horrible to think about.

It's only a little secret, but having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.

The simple truth of things is that bad dreams are far better than bad wakings.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

We all float down here!