Other people salted away money for their old age, but Nanny preferred to accumulate memories.

The best thing I ever did with my life was stand up and say I've got Alzheimer's.

Drinks like this tend to get called Traffic Lights or Rainbow's Revenge or, in places where truth is more highly valued, Hello and Good-Bye, Mr. Brain Cell.

My own books drive themselves. I know roughly where a book is going to end, but essentially the story develops under my fingers. It's just a matter of joining the dots.

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.

The man gave a shrug which indicated that, although the world did indeed have many problems, this was one of them that was not his.