We sometimes need to create unreal monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real lives.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.

My wife has told me since that I was hungover every mornng until about two in the afternoon, and from five until midnight I was drunk out of my mind. So she says there was this period of about three hours when she could talk to me like a rational human being.

...knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any human being can to sitting in the peak-seat of eternity's engine.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

One of life's great truths is this: when one is about to be struck by a speeding six-hundred pound Coke machine, one need worry about little else.