The quickest way to learn about a new place is to know what it dreams of.

Best not to look back. Best to believe there will be happily ever afters all the way around - and so there may be; who is to say there will not be such endings? Not all boats which sail away into darkness never find the sun again, or the hand of another child; if life teaches anything at all, it teachers that there are so many happy endings that the man who believes there is no God needs his rationality called into serious question.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.

In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught.