Words are the litmus paper of the mind.

God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!

You did something because it had always been done, and the explanation was, ‘But we’ve always done it this way.’ A million dead people can’t have been wrong, can they?

I think it's IMPOSSIBLE for anyone famous to come from here, because everyone around here is insane.

It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.