I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?

...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one.

Personally, I think the best motto for an educational establishment is: 'Or Would You Rather Be a Mule?'