What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

You couldn't not like someone who liked the guitar.

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

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

Trust, a sense of humor, and don't let the sun go down on an argument without trying to make it up. That's all I know about good marriage. I've been married a long time - it seems to be working.

I drink a lot of beer, and that's the drug of choice. You find the drug that works for you. I know, for instance, this guy named Harlan Ellison - and he's not alone - who's very proud of the fact that he doesn't put dope into his body. He tries not to put additives into his body, or anything like that. But he can afford to do that because Harlan's drug of choice is Harlan.

I can't understand why people use religion to hurt each other when there's already so much pain in the world.