Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

I think it's relatively easy for people to accept something like telepathy or precognition or teleplasm because their willingness to believe doesn't cost them anything. It doesn't keep them awake nights. But the idea that the evil that men do lives after them is unsettling.

You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

They were nice enough people and all, but there wasn't much love in them. Because they were too busy being afraid. Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.