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.

My mother was a reader, and she read to us. She read us Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when I was six and my brother was eight; I never forgot it.

Mornings belong to whatever is new; the current composition. Afternoons are for naps and letters.

What if I fall?', Tim cried. Maerlyn laughed. 'Sooner or later, we all do.

The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

Don't let the door hitcha where the good Lord splitcha.